These are my confessions. I ain't got no money; I know St. Peter won't call my name. You and me could write a bad romance. I used to rule the world; I used to be commander-in-chief of my pimp ship flyin' high. I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage and the sky is falling down. Who would have ever knew everything you own's in the box to the left. Just dance, it'll be okay, turn up the radio, blast your stereo now. Party every night, p-p-p-party every night. It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up. I've been travelling on this road so long; just trying to find my way back home. Say it ain't so, I will not go; turn the lights off, carry me home. My tummy's a tumblin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick; too much pressure and I'm nervous. Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends. I'mma fight, til we see the sunlight.
I've got a feeling.
1 comment:
you could do you own remixes
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