Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hey There (gotta Go To Mexico)

Watcha gonna do? Slam Doors? a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor your naked ass?
She still makes time to me
but basically I'm overbooked no emotional
seems so simple
Like fuck it let me be the one you fight and call right
It's and addiction to stick around
cause a junky bounce 'till he hits the ground (get down)
And these drugs ain't as good as we wish they (get up)
and this buzz keep us from missin' her (get over)
And love that built all of this emphasis
spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and (get out)
easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears me need a beer to relieve the fear
I keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor
outta here maybe year I'll reappear

I say hey there, we don't fair
we can't stay here, I hope you take care

Sometimes you make me feel like such a
even I'm convinced that I'm the one thats sick
You can and bitch, you can cut your wrist
or you can choke on that from the tounge you've bit
And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you
I've got a fucking fan that can attest to that
I'm returning bleeding hearts club membership card
cause I want no part of it
We're just two dogs on all
a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours or bathroom doors
or maybe it's 'cause my voice was than yours (what? You jealous?)
And I'll be damned if I do this for
Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know
Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna her
cause always been a go-getter (so whatever)

And now I got a full of better off dead
I followed down them steps, and slept in the bed
If I had a breath of left
I'd set fire to the to help it catch wreck
Let these ashes represent the
Director left the set but nobody told the
So still actin' as if we scheduled a practice
and my soundtrack is compromisin' her
You, you me of me, it's not a compliment
Get song on
You, who you to be?
I've got no tolerance left for
You, you would like to go free, jump off the fence let claws out
You, you me of me, run from all of them 'til they all gone
Then, here we go again, with my to leave
Like ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep to get you to believe
that I'm incapable of escapin' and settin' you
Well I'mma open up map and see the nation
it vocation
Call it a
You can find me at the waitin'
or maybe I'll be chain down at the train station
With the pose of a and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go and I don't know I'll be back
Get my paycheck, smash and make steps
Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the (peace)

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