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Sober (English Ver.)

I know that I’m a mess, do things that I regret
Can’t help that I can’t help myself
You’ll never understand, it’s hard to have one man
So just for now I’ll wish you well
 
‘Cause I ain’t looking, right now ain’t looking for love
But I might be feeling, some kinda way tomorrow
Tonight I’m doing, all of the things that I want
I better be going, but if you want tomorrow
 
You can take me out, pour some wine and rub my shoulders
But I don’t want you now I’ll come back when I’m hungover
So I’ll, be yours when the night is over
I, only love you when I’m sober
 
Can tell you’re into this, and that sometimes you wish
That you could have me all to yourself
You don’t know where I’ve been, ’cause I just came and went
I’m not the type to kiss and tell
 
‘Cause I ain’t looking, right now ain’t looking for love
But I might be feeling, some kinda way tomorrow
Tonight I’m doing, all of the things that I want
I better be going, but if you want tomorrow
 
You can take me out, pour some wine and rub my shoulders
But I don’t want you now I’ll come back when I’m hungover
So I’ll, be yours when the night is over
I, only love you when I’m sober
 
You can take me out, pour some wine and rub my shoulders
But I don’t want you now I’ll come back when I’m hungover
So I’ll, be yours when the night is over
I, only love you when I’m sober
 
Only love you when I’m sober
 

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Disenchanted

So, boy where you go, what you do
Hey there boy what is wrong with you?
No future, no hope, just broken dreams
You spend your days wondering why
 
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
 
Hey young man, why you cry
Don't you know, you've got to try
A little bit harder, you've got to stand
On your own two feet
Never let them drag you down
Hey there boy
This prejudice and ignorance we can overcome
 
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
 
Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
I'll never let you down
Never let you down
 
So boy now you know what to do,
Hey there boy don't be blue
There's future, there's hope, hope for you
Hey young man just believe in what you do.
 
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
 
Pride is something good for you
Believe in yourself
 

You Belong to My Heart

You belong to my heart
Now and forever
And our love had its start
Not long ago
We were gathering stars
While a million guitars played our love song;
When I said 'I love you',
Ev'ry beat of my heart said it too
 
'Twas a moment like this
Do you remember?
And your eyes threw a kiss
When they met mine;
Now we own all the stars
And a million guitars are still playing
Darling, you are the song
And you'll always belong to my heart
 

Any Other Way

Sweet roses still have thorns
Don't beat yourself to death
I'm surfer, you're the wave
That could drown me in a sec
 
Call you up, when I'm drunk
Like I always do
Though I try, know that I
Can't let go of you
Don't seem to mind,
You got a hold of me (Hold of me)
I'm obviously in too deep
 
I know that I should probably walk away
Something about you makes me wanna stay
Sure, you'll be the death of me but
I, I wouldn't have it any other way, no
 
???
I'm thinking to myself,
I've been thinking to myself
Should get sober, call this off
But I wouldn't hold my breath
 
'Cause I call you up, when I'm drunk
Like I always do
Though I try, know that I
Can't let go of you
Don't seem to mind,
You got a hold ofnme (Hold on me)
I'm obviously in too deep
 
I know that I should probably walk away
Something about you makes me wanna stay
Sure, you'll be the death of me but
I, I wouldn't have it any other way, no
 
You're the cold that's running through my veins
After this nothing feels the same (nothing feels the same)
You'll be my misery but I
I wouldn't have it any other way
I wouldn't, I wouldn't have it any other way
 
I know that I should probably walk away
Something about you makes me wanna stay
Sure, you'll be the death of me but
I, I wouldn't have it any other way, no
 
You're the cold that's running through my veins
After this nothing can feel the same (nothing feels the same)
You'll be my misery but I
I wouldn't have it any other way
I wouldn't, I wouldn't have it any other way
 

F.A.S.T. Ride

[Intro]
(You know my Uncle Critter said
'You look like you been shot at and missed
Shit at and hit'
 
[Hook]
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
 
[Verse 1]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work : sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I’m on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Supa hot’s too cool for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three: I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don’t leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin’ neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I’m…
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2]
So what’s new?
Been on that shit, where’s the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playin’ Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I’m in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ‘em in, though
Out the rain, what’s a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don’t need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a Bic bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin’ bitch, it’s pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin’ pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
 
[Hook]
 
[Outro]
Yeah… yeah…
Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
I’m on my shit now…
I’m on my shit now…
I’m on my shit now…
I’m on my…
Yeah, I’m on my shit now…
I’m on my shit now…
Let’s go!
Yeah, Lunch break
Don’t worry for the day
I’m bout to get slung under
Slung under..
Slumerican
Supa-supa-SupaHot Beats
Catfish really though”