AT&T does a favor for me and takes a message at the tone Sometimes I gotta do somethin' even if it's wrong Seems the road is gettin' rougher as I roll
Two out of work models and a fashion slave Try to dance away the Piccolo night The bartender poured herself another drink While two drunks were watchin
many fears Shits pumpin', body's are jumpin' Waiting for something or somebody Up in the party to get the head bumpin' Split it up, hit it up but get
a me, I need the remedy Just to hold her would be a cure for me. I can't keep going on this way... (Gotta Get Away!! I Gotta Get Away!!!) She's at
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams Easiest money you can get
'bout wood wheel Made up the word, that's why I'm so trill Now everybody, wanna bite my swagger Roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger Say it befo
} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank
get ready Me and Ty grew up, mashin' to get our feddi Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor Make sure my homies get away smooth with
, say what If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do (That they wanna do) They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do) They don't gotta
a little man Oh, let my pride fall down, I'm a little man Ooh, ooh, ooh Mammon is an unforgiving God, I cast him away I live my life to God, not to get
is stone Wonderin', if you ever comin' home I try to run the streets and play But that feeling just won't go away My whole life I'd throw away, to get
Yeah, but all I'm saying is as long as you pay us well, I just don't wanna know. Don: Well, you'll get royalties. Motorhead: You gotta get some royalties
the rolling stones Hell yeah so young and fine Could she be the one my baby I'm gonna make her mine At least for tonight Hey y'all I gotta know Did
of art Roll with the bigwigs they think I'm the man But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am Mammon is an unforgiving god, I cast him away
King of Zydeco Move it over, open up that line Roll it over, buddy I'm insane You won't feel like a stranger You've found a second home You can't get
seeking that evil luck, out to get ya' Who plotting, who watching, who knocking you cause your you But just like you, hopping I'm hopping Gotta do what I gotta
me Drug me, me, me Finally off of work Unwind and watch the ball game at the bar Another potato chip weekend Is here at last Go away, go away Go away, go away Go away
about studebacher hoch ... consider this rumor which was published about three weeks ago in rolling stone ( oh, it's gotta be true! ) ... studebacher