turn around Could you turn it down if it wanted you Hey you Are you past the point of discontention Has it gone too far for you to mention Could you turn
you turn around Could you turn it down if it wanted you Hey you Are you past the point of discontention Has it gone too far for you to mention Could you turn
fricken' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Don't let the bastards get you down Turn it around
About the people who had rused him And how shocked and confused that they would be When he says goodbye and never turns around Never returns to that miserable
fricken' weekend I drink to that, yeah yeah Oh let the jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with
and his chest gets tight But he?s sixteen and he?s driving too fast Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last Nobody knows what happens if he turns
Every night In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the
for the rest of my life fuck that fuck you i won't give in i won't submit to your self destructive lifestyle i would rather be miserable fo the rest of
the complaceny, feel good about beeing alone. As sure as I once fell asleep, I will surely wake up, confused, awakening leisurly. Got the sheets around
, who secreted another girl more closer in than a miser holding his gold! [1:32] I must leave you know. See you later gentlemen. Meditate while awaiting your turn
out You left me baby, in all___ this darkness and doubt But tonight I think I'm gonna take some good advice I'm gonna look around and find somebody that
, hookers, sex offenders. Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players? This aint 1997 nigga. I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable.
Sing to me babe I'll be your dashboard drummer and Let's turn the radio up as loud it can go oh oh Got the ultra-ray wrap around sunglass vision Got
it up turn it loose Turnin' it loose, baby Give up, give up Give it up turn it loose And turn it loose Give up, give up Give it up turn it loose Give
at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man known to turn home boys
alone Talking on the phone Talking about someone else but hey It's no problem of your own There's nothing wrong with them There's something wrong with you Turning things around
your ass aint shit but a panocha You have a choice, die or be miserable Dopehouse, home of the invisible I warned y'all to stay of my genitals Now I gotta turn
