Oh, here's a song, An average song. It's not too short, It's not too long. It's not too high, It's not too low, It's not too fast, It's not too slow.
D.J. had just begun He said this song is a mystery to me But I know it has to be a number one It had the same feeling a different song Thought
Oversettelse: Sherman, Allan. Et Gjennomsnittlig Song.
Oversettelse: Gjennomsnittlig White Band. Samme Feeling, Different Song.
You get so mad and tell me I'm a bore cuz I don't wanna hang around your stupid crowd no more I think I'd rather stare at my fucking wall all night then
t belong to me Just someone I could of been if only i kept walking... Have another drink my son Enjoy another cigarette 'Cos it's time you realised... you're just an average
: (1,2,3,4) All the things that you said was it all in my head? Come on baby Keep it down, honey hush your lips Clothes trailing from the backdoor to
average b-side (this is not happening) Oh rockin rollercoaster, an emotional ride We were just an average b-side We were just an average b-side We were just an average
my curiosity They say that good guys Usually don't come in first Good girls fall for bad guys But with us it's reverse Not your average love song Between
own song getting buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing my song
just getting to the money then get on our way Yep, 3 whips back to back Followed by a Cadillac truck Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat Gudda ain't ya average
life been po' but it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay We came in the game, plain ya see Average
DJ, DJ, DJ [Chorus] DJ put that record on That's my song, that's my shit Rocking Henny XO All these hoes, on my dick [x3] Bet you want to see this Booty
i went and wrote this song 'cause girl you inspire me you left this kind of love that's really let's me know you're not the average lady so baby
Probably livin' in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin' to flip it like, I flip it nigga got me bent And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders
my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied
average man just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay and when my fucking chance come I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I
track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimels retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow sicker than your average