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Lotta That

[Hook: 1]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
And yeah that loud ass tree
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
 
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Yeah I get a lot of checks and yeah I have a lot of sex
And labels know I got up next
Yeah she knows she got the best
I got her wet she got undressed
I nutted all across her chest
I don't even gotta flex, I never do respond to texts
And now she went and got obsessed
Y'all are just the hottest mess
You're simple you are not complex
I'm sorry I am not impressed
Back on my bullshit again
I am having way too much fun
I'm in a section with 7 Kate Mosses around me
I swear I can't only touch one
Whiskey no rum
I gave her something to rub on her gum and her face just went numb
Still going dumb cause I know where I'm from
Bruh, bruh I speak that Bay Area tongue
 
[Hook: 1]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
And yeah that loud ass tree
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
 
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Alcohol and weed, really anything you need
Best believe we got a lotta that
Studio with hella purp
I just put in hella work now look at where it got us at
Heard you got some new shit coming
Friends are all like 'shoot me something
Homie when you dropping that?'
Maybe I could be the biggest
Rapper working in the business, wait, I never thought of that
Just take a look at the scores, I put numbers up on the boards
I'm in a section with models
And you're at the bar tryna get at a cluster of fours
When that bottle pours I just keep drinking it straight
And get faded and pass out on floors
Homies like 'Bro, that's my girl, what the fuck are you doing?'
Oops, ain't know that was yours!
 
[Hook: 1]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
And yeah that loud ass tree
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
 
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Ah, I just shitted on you
Probably licking your honey like Winnie the Pooh
Knock you on the ground then I'm lifting my boot
He get beat like Timbalands head of my group
These ain't Louboutins, but there's red on my shoe
Cause I let that Ruger fly like a pelican do
This rapper shit light, I'm telling you, dude
When I flow niggas drown on jell-o canoes
Better learn your algebra and your decimals too
Cause you square motherfuckers can't mess with my crew
Your bitch on my dick and her lesbian boo
They kiss on the dick, I caress on the boobs
Now I'm just deciding on what R.Kelly'll do
Just pissed on that bitch, filled her belly with juice
Minute Maid lemonade from my testicle, boo
That's what a nigga get when you testing my crew (boo)
 
[Hook: 2]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
 
[Verse 4: Danny Seth]
(The British are coming)
Man, I gotta lotta bitches
All up on my dick head Danny
'Can I suck you off' is all I'm really used to hearing
Call me Mr. Greedy cause I'm not the type for sharing
And I'm always seeing doubles so my bitches come in pairs
They tryna fuck with me
All my white girls sniffing Britney
They never used to notice now they digging me
Reverse Gerald's name cause I get 'em Eazy-G
Fuck boy talking out of turn
My brothers leave you sleeping in an urn
Yeah, I've had a lotta sex
And yeah, I've cut a lot of checks
I'm counting so much paper until my fuckin' fingers hurt
Swear I deaded off the beat somebody bring a hearse
Holler at my at my manager it's 10 K for a verse
That's why I'm filling all these empty duffle bags for features
Don't come around my presence with your mother's empty purse
 
[Hook: 2]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
 

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Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On the bloody ground at the close of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
Where there's not a soul that will care for me
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

On The Road

[Mrs Toad:]
The scrubbings and the washings
And the noses with the drippings
And the soapas always boiling...
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Si, Si
 
[Mrs Toad:]
The panes and windows falling
With the diaper changing
With the roof she's leaking
And the enchiladas spoiling
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Oooh...
 
[Mrs Toad:]
Do you know how to do these things
Like you will have to do these things
Or does the very thought of it make you wince
 
[Thumbelina, Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Uhh...
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(I thought so)
Then, don't marry the prince
 
[Thumbelina:]
(Oh dear)
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(You see, hey? You become big a-star like me. We make big moneys together. You make Mama rich. You are important person. You are famous. You are a star!)
 
[Thumbelina:]
(A star? Well, I suppose...)
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Now, repeat after me...)
We are the singers de Espana, the original cast
And there hasn't been a town we haven't played
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
We are the singers de Espana and we sing very fast
 
[Mozo:] We get on
[Grundel:] We get off
[Gringo:] We get paid
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Sing!)
 
[Thumbelina:]
(Could you say that a little slower?)
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Slower? We don't do ballads.)
 
[Thumbelina:]
(Oh, maybe I could take notes.)
 
[Mrs Toad:]
We are free and independent, we go everywhere
And we gotcha gotcha gochee all the way
We're gonna teach you how to samba and to ramba y la bamba
and every number Thumbelina, say ole!
 
[Mrs Toad, Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Come on the road, my little castanet
Come on the road, and famous you will get
 
[Mrs Toad:]
I'll make you star, get you small guitar
 
[Mrs Toad, Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
You'll be hot muchacha once I gotcha
 
[Mrs Toad:]
On the road
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Thumbelinacita! No one could be sweet-a!
Sing with Mamacita! We go on the road, Huah!
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Ay, yi yi yi yi! Ay, que pero bien bailan mis ranitos la conga!)
(Now we sing)
We open Monday in Medina then we do Babylon
Then we hop to Barcelona for a week
Then for a month in Athens at the Parthenon
Where they love us 'cause we do the show in Greek
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
We are the finest in the business, it's a well known fact
And you'll forgive us if we have to blow the horn
 
[Mrs Toad:]
Because this isn't any ordinary animal act
And today a star is born!
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Go on the road, you'll hear the peoples roar
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[Mrs Toad:]
But that's what make-up's for
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Just sing on pitch, we get very rich
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[Mrs Toad:]
On the road
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Singing Thumbelina, dancing Thumbelina, something Thumbelina
 
[Mrs Toad:]
Now I make her sing
 
[Thumbelina:]
AAaaaaahhhhhhh!
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Bueno, muy bueno, you got it!)
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
Come on the road, we make you big success
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[Mrs Toad:]
You're in the union, yes?
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
The life, she's sweet
 
[Mrs Toad:]
(Si!)
 
[Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
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So why be little fish in little pond
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[Mrs Toad:]
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[Mrs Toad, Mozo, Gringo, Grundel:]
When we get on the road
 
[Thumbelina:]
On the road
 
[All:]
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[Verse 1]
I've never been accused, being too foot-loose
But there's something about tonight
Moving in the first degree, the music caught me
Red-handed in the neon light
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Woah oh, read me my rights, read 'em right now
Woah oh, put your hands up, it's about to go down
 
[Chorus]
If I've had one too many tonight
If I'm having too much of a good time
If I'm telling everybody you're my best friend
Texting my ex, here I go again
If my moves are murder on the dancefloor
Who cares? Baby what you here for?
If it's a crime to have a good time
Then I'm guilty
Then I'm guilty
 
[Verse 2]
Never have I said said 'never again's'
Guess it's about time that they turn into
'Well why not's?' and 'one more shots'
Tomorrow morning when I'm looking at the evidence, I say
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Woah oh, read me my rights, read 'em right now
Woah oh, put your hands up, it's about to go down
 
[Chorus]
If I've had one too many tonight
If I'm having too much of a good time
If I'm telling everybody you're my best friend
Texting my ex, here I go again
If my moves are murder on the dancefloor
Who cares? Baby what you here for?
If it's a crime to have a good time
Then I'm guilty
Then I'm guilty
 
[Bridge]
Woah oh, rules are made to be broken
Woah oh, put me behind a bar tab that's open
Woah oh, read me my rights, read 'em right now
Woah oh, put your hands up, it's about to go down
 
[Chorus]
If I've had one too many tonight
If I'm having too much of a good time
If I'm telling everybody you're my best friend
Texting my ex, here I go again
If my moves are murder on the dancefloor
Who cares? Baby what you here for?
If it's a crime to have a good time
Then I'm guilty, I'm guilty yeah
Then I'm guilty
 
[Outro]
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know
Then I'm guilty, yeah
If it's a crime to have a good time
Then I'm guilty
 

Keeping the Faith

If it seems like I've been lost
In let's remember
If you think I'm feeling older
And missing my younger days
Oh, then you should have known me much better
'Cause my past is something that never
Got in my way
Oh no
 
Still I would not be here now
If I never had the hunger
And I'm not ashamed to say
The wild boys were my friends
Oh
'Cause I never felt the desire
'Til their music set me on fire
And then I was saved, yeah
That's why I'm keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
 
We wore old matador boots
Only Flagg Brothers had them with a Cuban heel
Iridescent socks with the same color shirt
And a tight pair of chinos
Oh
I put on my shark skin jacket
You know the kind with the velvet collar
And ditty-bop shades
Oh yeah
I took a fresh pack of Luckies
And a mint called Sen-Sen
My old man's Trojans
And his Old Spice after shave
Oh
Combed my hair in a pompadour
Like the rest of the Romeos wore
A permanent wave, Yeah
We were keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
You can get just so much
From a good thing
You can linger too long
In your dreams
Say goodbye to the
Oldies but goodies
'Cause the good ole days weren't
Always good
And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems
 
Learned stickball as a formal education
Lost a lot of fights
But it taught me how to lose O.K.
Oh, I heard about sex
But not enough
I found you could dance
And still look tough anyway
Oh yes I did
I found out a man ain't just being macho
Ate an awful lot of late night drive-in food
Drank a lot of take home pay
I thought I was the Duke of Earl
When I made it with a red-haired girl
In the Chevrolet. Oh yeah
We were keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
 
You know the good ole days weren't always good
And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems
 
I told you my reasons
For the whole revival
Now I'm going outside to have
An ice cold beer in the shade
Oh, I'm going to listen to my 45's
Ain't it wonderful to be alive
When the rock 'n' roll plays, yeah
When the memory stays, yeah
I'm keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
I'm keeping the faith,
Yes I am