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, room full of bad b****es. Everybody super wasteful and them hoes is mad twisted. Asher Roth passed her off I had to ball, that a** was soft. I dribbled all on it like basketball. She nibbled all on
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Verse 1 Asher Roth. He leans back from his desk. Rubs the back of his neck, the stress takes effect. Grips the bridge of his noise. Squints while he's showing emotion he normally won't. At 56
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bout me . Ooh ooh oh . x3 . Asher Roth . (I feel you Cody, we just chillin we just chillin) . Nah brutha it’s nothing . I’m not buggin . I wake up in the morning and enjoy an English muffin . Little
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Ian My name is Ian Underwood and I am the straight member of the group. (Ha ha ha!). Suzy Wowie Zowie!. Ian One month ago I heard The Mothers of Invention at the theater. I heard them on two
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, room full of bad b****es. Everybody super wasteful and them hoes is mad twisted. Asher Roth passed her off I had to ball, that a** was soft. I dribbled all on it like basketball. She nibbled all on
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then split. . Asher. Roll up that J is it rolled?. Yeah roll it up, uh. . Verse 4. Hair like a troll doll. Basketball shorts on. Yea I'ma dork but I'm still holding court, ball up, baller
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(ian hunter). . We walked to the sea, just my father and me. And the dogs played around on the sand. Winter cold cut the air, hanging still everywhere. Dressed in gray did he say hold my hand
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Bài hát The Way It Feels - Ian Thomas. Put it all on me (me). Let me take your worries. Stars aligned. My world is blind. But you are all that I see. Pull me in so deep (deep). Money take the back
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(ian hunter). . Where do you go when you've somewhere to run. But the time isn't right and there's things to be done. And you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go back. So you keep going
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(Ian hunter). . Well the times gettin' hard for you little girl. I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over god's world. You don't remember when you got your last meal. And you forgot just how a
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(Ian hunter). . Well the times gettin' hard for you little girl. I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over god's world. You don't remember when you got your last meal. And you forgot just how a
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(Ian hunter). . Well the times gettin' hard for you little girl. I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over god's world. You don't remember when you got your last meal. And you forgot just how a
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(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain) (transcribed by colin ford) Oh!!. Well I climbed through the fence, out with the (? ), head for the river plate(? ). The river's not tame, heat in the
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(ian hunter). . (transcribed by justin purington). . Once upon a time. Not so long ago. People used to stand and stare. At the spider with the platinum hair. They thought you were immortal
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(Ian hunter). . (Transcribed by justin purington; corrections by colin ford). . Wrote this poem. Called "The Floods Roll On". He said, "This ain't yours,. Where'd you get it from? ". You must
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flashlight. Baby shake your ass right. cause this could be your last night. Set the mood, smoothly groom. ladies feel my living room. Bobby A, what you say?. Ian Carey, my DJ!. Play that song make it bang. we
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(ian hunter/mick ronson). . Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme. After all you're still quite small you don't know where you've been. You was only swearing yesterday. Oh you want to win
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(ian hunter). . God said to me "gonna kick your ass - 'cos all you do is ask ask ask. All that energy looking for me when I'm sitting here inside you - plain to see. How I built you cell for cell
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(ian hunter). . Lonely days lonely nights. Hoping thing's gonna turn out right. You had me hanging on a string. For you I did most anything. You don't give me no. The truth, the whole truth
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(ian hunter). . When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -. At barker street bus station every night. When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage
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(Ian Hunter). . On the very first decade that we got to dream in. Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin'. At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on. Hitler was dead
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Ian Underwood (electric piano). Arthur Tripp (drums) (Instrumental)
