: [Chorus:] reaching for your star, i know what you are, living in your dreams so you can't see reality! to find your vision first, and please don't
: (feat. Avery Storm) Sometimes I couldn't see no hand,(I guess so) nobody when I talk would understand, (come again) I'm never going back again, (that
ain't give me a reason to slug you because you ain't fuck with my brother You motherfuckers mothers'll suffer cause of you leavin / bleedin [Royce Da
', hey hey hey hey From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey I put Detroit City back on the map and singin Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock'
Hey, Ratatat, yeah Na na na na Na na na na Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin' lit feelin' light, 2 A.M. summer night I don't care
VERSE 1: Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin? lit feelin? light, 2 am summer night. I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk,
kid, yeah you understand Everythin' that you got is a gift Kerosene kid, don't let 'em get you down Hold your head up, stay proud Kerosene kid, we'll
waiting for the kid to come out And I'm waiting for the kid to come out And I'm finding out what this is about Yeah, waiting for the kid to come out
Yeah, uh Everybody follow me Back home, its a afterparty; full of bad hoes Bunch of drink, grass smoke You can do them other drugs in the bathroom Follow
I wanna be the picture on your wall I wanna chase you around until we fall I wanna be the one you write about I wanna be the one who never lets you down
If you think I'm crazy now, should've seen me when I was a kid If you think I'm crazy now, should've seen me when I was a kid
I hate the rain and sunny weather And I, I hate beach and mountains too And I don't like a thing about the city, no no And I, I, I hate the countryside
Disneyland is the place to be, c'mon baby, just you and me Hand in hand, to Disneyland, we go ! Not slow Happiest place, in the world until a madman grabs
Written by scott, young and young (ac/dc) Diamonds and dust (home at last) poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, shangri-la
Heavy metal
Too many times I've seen your kind Washed upon the shore Too many times you locked me out Johnny knockin', knocking at your door You're looking past
Suburban white alcoholic trash We ain't glam and we ain't trash We're victims of a society That fucks with me about sobriety They say don't drink this
Though I have been a fool for love I have finally made my score I got a girl, and I don't mean to boast But she loves me the most Even though she's a