Same Old Lie
I was dreaming and in my dream I saw my baby jumping into a limosine
She was a little bit taller than I recall as I was screaming to the driver to stop that car
I said “hey baby why would you leave my here I got the fine sensemilla and a bottle of beer”
She said “don’t you believe that love is free you gotta make a lot of money to be with me”, come on
Same all over, same all under
Same old love and lie
Say it over, say it louder
Same old love and lie
Same old love and the same old lie
Well I was thinking something the other day but now I can’t remember nothing but what you say
You say a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do
Are you really so full of that caca poo poo
Yes I believe I’m justified I took a picture of you baby when you were high
And now I show it to your daddy, I show it to your mom
I put it on dial-a-freak dot com, come on
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I think about the booty, I think about the day
You took a little ride in my Chevrolet
You said you’re not the kind of girl to be so bold
But you were freakin like the end of the world was here I’m
Sold mama, I can say, so why’d you go and take the little booty away
I gotta need for you baby, yes it’s true
But I’m a little bit sick of the sight of you, come on
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