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good morning people

 

i didnt get banned, yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh

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Guest kingkamala

This song reminds me of a theme music from wrestling

 

 

 

 

 

 

747 11 come to bust

Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust

When trust is low and stakes are high

That's all I ever did in Denver was die

That's all I ever did in New York was die

That's all I ever did in L.A. was die

So put em' up, put em' up to the sky

And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie

Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it

Whatever happened to the feel good music?

Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug

And left me sittin' in a dirty little body

 

I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that's something you can't see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I'll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain't gotta look at me like that

I said you ain't gotta look at me like that

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at

 

You run around pullin' stunts like that

See never in my life could I front like that

I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that

I'm a keep it nonfiction and take my hat...uh

Remember back when things looked grim

I spent a lot of time and money on whims

I remember the crew, remember the good times

Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine

It's all gone that's a thing of the past

The fact remains that it moves real fast

So why you sit around hopin' things might change

I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way!

 

I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that's something you can't see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I'll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain't gotta look at me like that

I said you ain't gotta look at me like that

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at

 

You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption...huh

I've been oppressed for less that attention

I got your extension, but I'll probably never call

Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal ball

And I'm uphauled by things you've done

Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one

Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it

You want this so bad you can taste it

Detroit love can you feel that...feel that

That's stick an move can you feel that...feel that

I'm on the rack for the two triple zero

Full failure all American Hero

 

I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that's something you can't see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I'll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain't gotta look at me like that

I said you ain't gotta look at me like that

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at

 

I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me

I know that makes you mad

Cuz that's something you can't see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I'll never give that back

I know you hate that fact

But you ain't gotta look at me like that

I said you ain't gotta look at me like that

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...

What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at

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Guest kingkamala

Could everybody please vote for the leader of the Maine Street Posse in the General Chat section

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I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you

in worn out shoes.

With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,

the old soft shoe.

He jumped so high, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down.

 

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was

so down and out.

He looked at me to be the eyes of age,

as he spoke right out.

He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead.

 

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles,

dance!

 

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

throughout the South.

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he

traveled about.

His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved.

 

He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks

for drinks and tips.

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars.

He said, I drink a bit.

He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask, please

 

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles,

dance!

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Guest kingkamala

I'm gonna sing that song again, for you HBK16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you

in worn out shoes.

With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,

the old soft shoe.

He jumped so high, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down.

 

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was

so down and out.

He looked at me to be the eyes of age,

as he spoke right out.

He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead.

 

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles,

dance!

 

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

throughout the South.

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he

traveled about.

His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved.

 

He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks

for drinks and tips.

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars.

He said, I drink a bit.

He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask, please

 

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles,

dance!

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