oh i know it's getting really scary
the situation with this girl is getting kinda hairy
she's bitching, she's hollering, she's screaming in my ear
while i'm sitting around with my hands down my pants

a girl i met from quebec city
thought my accent was cute
said i was looking pretty

Saw you riding on a moon cloud,
Saw you walking on a whirlpool,
From the corner of my eye,
I saw you.

Saw you sitting on a sunbeam,
In the middle of my daydream,
Oh, my lady fantasy,
I love you.


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LEt me tell you 'bout my life
Let me tell you 'bout my dreams
Leot me tell you 'bout the things that happened
Always real to me
Let me take you on an awkward journey
Let me tell you why...

There's a hole in Daddy's arm
where all the money goes
and Jesus Christ died for nothin'
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
and sweet songs never last too long on
broken radios.

take me away like an overdose of cocaine

take me away like a bullet from kurt cobain

This lyric just won't go away!
The Doors - Alabama Song


Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Hunt you down with no mercy! Hunt you down all nightmare long!]

Metallica - Death Magnetic - All Nightmare Long

ridin through the city with my AC high
sittin up high when you see me ride by
shades on my eyes you can tell im high
ice everywhere im oh so fly





one thang about me yeah i got swag
the way i count it up and throw it in my louie bag
its in my louie bag yeah its in my louie bag
its in my louie bag yeah its in my louie bag

Fucking awesome chorus

I smoke on the mic like smokin joe frazier the hell razor razin hell with the flavor