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Baby, I'm sorry things didn't work out the way that I planned
But we both know that planning's not my strong suit
I'm sad that I lost you but I won't chase you I still don't
Blame you for making me stall when I learned how to drive your car
Because your best friends were all too sad to take you to the airport
 
But I miss you every minute of every day
Tell me why can't you still make a decision 'cause I'm getting better at
Crying without making any noise all I want is your voice in my head
And your hair in my bed
 
Please tell me why I'm so afraid of dying alone
So scared and so stoned
But I don't know what I need so just tell me what you need
You're all I need
Just please don't make me
 

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Enemmän sanat lyrics

1999

Ref:
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
Take a ride to my old neighborhood
I just wanna go back, sing:
'Hit me baby, one more time'
Wanna go back, wanna go
 
Yeah, I just wanna go back
Nike Airs, all that
CD, old Mercedes
Drive 'round listening to Shady like, oh
Never under pressure, oh
Those days it was so much better, oh
Feelin' cool in my youth, relaxin'
No money, no problem
It was easy back then
 
Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh
Got memories
Ooh, maybe we could do it tonight
Tonight's the night
 
Ref:
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
Take a ride to my old neighborhood
I just wanna go back, sing:
'Hit me baby, one more time'
Wanna go back, wanna go
 
Yeah, I remember back home
Best friends, all night, no phone
No cares, I was dumb and so young
My room singing Michael Jackson (hee, hee)
Never under pressure, oh
Those days it was so much better, oh
Feelin' cool in my youth
I'm askin', 'Does anyone remember how we did it back then?'
 
Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh
Got memories
Ooh, maybe we could do it tonight
Tonight's the night
Ah, yeah
 
Ref:
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
Took a ride to my old neighborhood
I just wanna go back, sing:
'Hit me baby, one more time'
Wanna go back, wanna go
 
Back to where we came from
Playin' air guitar on the roof
In the kitchen, up on the table
Like we had a beautiful view
I wanna go
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
Ah, yeah
 
Back to 1999
I know those days are over but a boy can fantasize
'Bout JTT on MTV and when I close my eyes
And I'm right there, right there
And he's right there, right there
And we're right there, right there
Ah, ah, ah
I wanna go back
 
Ref:
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
Take a ride to my old neighborhood
I just wanna go back, sing
'Hit me baby, one more time'
Wanna go back, wanna go
 
Back to where we came from (came from),
Playin' air guitar on the roof
In the kitchen, up on the table
Like we had a beautiful view
I wanna go
I just wanna go back, back to 1999
 
Go back, yeah, yeah
I just wanna go back, yeah back to 1999
Yeah
Take me back to '99
 

Boys Are Trouble

ooh ohh ohhh...
ooh ohh ohhh...

You think you're in control
of your emotional state to lay, you fade
lies en your physical taste
I challange the boundries everyday
Body says yes, madness dices look away
An enemy is genious touch his diamond's physicality
a comodity, come on, closer, why dont you try some sigue every step as you go with the base
world tourist take comand for your heart during the race
you always want more, you never get enough
more hands on dick
tie gets rough colone on my neck take a break
feel my chest, stay in check
stumble a new Chick Quest, Spears makes me week, Calvin Klein, versace, send it with my hackony

Chorus:
You're falling to pieces without any reason don't want it You mean it, you mean it
You're falling to pieces, they come and they leave
and didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble? (boys are trouble)
Didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble? (boys are trouble)
Didn't anyone tell you I am trouble?

what is tentation?
he's tall and handsome,
have you asking me questions about my deepest confessions? or what? they lid
don't ever tell, make a trick I got you under my spell
did you not get the memo? mistake is my emo, tinted windows, limos

You're falling to pieces without any reason don't want it You mean it, you mean it
You're falling to pieces, they come and they leave
and didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble? (boys are trouble)
Didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble? (boys are trouble)
Didn't anyone tell you I am trouble?

Oww aah...
Tuxedos, black tight speedos, Levi's, TomboyX, mezquino
what turns you on?, what are your ones?
I promise I can give you some give you some
don't fight, give it up
my body's calling, so you better pick up,
hard to turn from the apple, once you have a bite
you rewrap this package and see whats inside

Trouble... Didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble?
Trouble...Didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble?
Didn't anyone tell I am trouble?
Didn't anyone tell you boys are trouble?
Didn't anyone tell I am trouble?

Red (In My) Head

Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
 
I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate, viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate
 
I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
Well, I know some tricks
And I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you
 
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
 
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
 
Red, red they call me red
Red, in bed
The girl
 

White Trash

Between the trailer and the dog
And the cars on blocks and the hogs
Out in the front yard
Where us kids play
No grass
Yeah there was mama
In her house shoes
Smokin' Salem Lights with the tattoos
You add it all up
That's why they call us white trash
 
Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they told every son they had
Don't even think about it
Taking out the white trash
 
Now between her Beamer and her Ray Bans
And her spring break seaside sun tan
Hell I could see she
Was on her own side of the tracks
Oh you know I knew her from school
Yeah she ran with the boys that were cool
Well as far as I knew she wanted nothing to do
With white trash
 
Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they told every son they had
Don't even think about it
Taking out the white trash
 
That girl is my baby now
We live right here in this town
Got a bunch of kids running around
Ain't it funny how it all turned out?
 
Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they whipped their boy's white ass
All for even thinking 'bout taking white trash
 
Thank God I know something 'bout
Running 'round with white trash