as me. Down under the street. My friend. Poor Cherokee Louise. Ever since we turned 13. It's like a minefield. Walking to the door. Going out you get the 3rddegree. And comin' in you get the
on straight. And she look a little naughty but that's a-okay. Now I wanna get a drink just you and me. I don't really wanna think, I just wanna be. She givin' 3rddegree burns, man, I think I need a
, till I OD. I don't really give a *** no more b. Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix. Pull up on a ***in enemy, 3rddegree. Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch). And leave the ***in
love in the first degree I thought it would be so simple. Like a thousand times before. I take what I wanted and just walk away. But I never made it to the door. Now babe, I'm not beggin' for mercy
love in the first degree I thought it would be so simple. Like a thousand times before. I take what I wanted and just walk away. But I never made it to the door. Now babe, I'm not beggin' for mercy
To Get To You(55th And 3rd). Artist Kenny Chesney. New York City, 55th and 3rd. I reached out my hand and there you were. You led me where I thought I wouldn''t go. It''s more than just my hand now
