I like Saturdays and the rocket summer Blue skies and the morning's air Oh oh, oh oh I like you, you like me There's something wrong with this picture
Hummer me underneath Don't forget the nutees Hit the weed, wait a week again What you see me in starting with B and m. tell me what's the bpm? 89, yeah
can be Summer days driftin' away to Uh-oh those summer nights Well-a well-a well-a uh Tell me more tell me more Didja get very far? Tell me more tell me
marion gave us kids a hand in freehold George and me started up a little rock and roll band in freehold Well, we learned pretty quick how to rock I'll
was just something I did for a smile Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while And dedicate it to freehold Don't get me wrong, I ain't puttin'
I prove to you - how good we are together? Do I have to say the words? Rescue me from despair Tell me you will be there Help me please - darlin' rescue me
't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute Harry got
the time So that rabbit that you thought about that whole summer The next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more You wanted something bigger and better So the summer
to save my life) (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) Save me, save me, save me Save my life ------------------------------------------------------------------- Love Gets Me
is out nigga (Ransom) Ain?t nobody tryna rap or play me I?ll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV Black gon pay me still get the smack
the zeroes nobody rocking like this 60 years old the hard johns and the walleys something caught me I?m telling you what Wu-Tang taught me the young youth
rocking like this 60 years old the hard johns and the walleys something caught me I?m telling you what Wu-Tang taught me the young youth rocking the gold
i like saturdays and the rocket summer. blue skies and the morning's air. i like you, you like me. there's something wrong with this picture. let's turn
widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good
killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
this nigga aint kiddin? Think harder, Freeway L.Pridgen Shit you used to tell me make me wanna work harder At gettin? crack spots sent me to prison
and them chic-key's looking good Hold up, here come one ayy what's yo name hun? Jackie brown, yea that pop Ayy I'm chuck, this mikey rocks And let me
keep ya coat on When I, proceed to, rock a party In the summer, somethin equivalent to a Mardi, Gras Bikinis, panties, (bras) Take off the wrapper, bite
