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Que?

Que Paso?

Oh

I guess this is how it goes...

Let the good times roll.

This shit is golden

9 to 5

Playing Wild West

Will Smith is still holding

Qu′est-ce que c'est?

Ce que j'ai fait ce soir-là

Réalisant mon espoir

Je me lance vers la gloire

Anti psychotic

Antibiotics on the house

I might be a street rat, but am a church mouse

You know I will call it

Even U haul it

You're laying bricks b,be

I still got the grout

Killing a feeling

No longer dealing

I let it all go

Down the drain but fought th,ugh

We can do better

I love you forever

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah

Uh u,

,uper Sonic

All wrong, b, , w,nt it

Ho ho ho ho ho

That is as far as I go

Some simple syrup

Might surely cure it

A Shirley Temple

Beats a blonde with dimples

Punched the wall to break skin

It was you I was embracing

La la la la la

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Another diet

I might have to try it

Just know I miss you

When will we get our menus?

Werewolf of Dallas

Another palace

I bark at the moon

While they summon their goons

Good luck what, whatwhatevereavor

Wah wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wah

Forever crazy

I love you, bab

,,a ,a na na na

Na na

Na na na na

Hey yo ,ay ,,w

,D dodoeave to say so

The prison ministry

Leaves me feeling empty

A fake impression

Could be a lesson

A 1 2 3 4

Have you knocked on my door

Just do not ring the bell yet

Not Blondie but , sm,,le, that

Blah blah blah blah blah

Blah

Blah

Blah blah blah blah

Another story

It is getting boring

Someone in danger

I am NO stranger

A horrible sickness

I pissed off the district

We all missed the mark

One night after dark

A new chapter to read

For some of those friends in need

A glitch of a play

Want to have it your way

I go that way,too

That,, w,ll grant you

An old fashioneold-fashionednedeone to get canned

Tag it bag it

I thought you had it

Nothing to fear

We still stay in the clear

Lights camera action

Are till in fa hi n

A liars' disgrace

On my butt and it is not butter

Once undercover

I yet a little mo e ove

Sociopathic back rub

My card is better than Bratman's

You hear me throw up again

Because I can no stop that

Just dcan nor op the bat

The ball is in some court

Maybe it is mine or is yours

There is NO value

Just valor and virtue

A few more tours

Sure

Paradise lost

Time travel forgoes forgiveness

Be your own boss

Take control and hit pause

Tubular fantastic

Turned up and drastic

I could use a Lyft

Not like in Tokyo Drift

We could pull a 180

I believe you,lady

Or is that a myth

Like the Jedi and Sith

Speak with a lisp and find out

English accents seem stout

Depression and crime

Some of us have done time

A little weary

A little dreary

Wonder bread is golden

Folding mittens

Not raising kittens

SSomeonestole the plate

I was only a day late

When you have your gloves on

I will sing a new song

Qu′est-ce que c'est?

Ce que j'ai fait ce soir-là

Réalisant mon espoir

That psycho cray stuff