Big Sean) Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don't worry, we gon' be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!) Westside, Westside! So
together and have a few laughs And do what we like Yeah, and do what we like, yeah And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance,
, You're my new muse. There's a hole in my stomach and it goes right through. I said "Ah, there a hole in my tongue and I'll turn out too." The
...( and I don't like it...) All: Ooooooh, ABC, 123, pigs in a tree Don't ever sit on a woodpecker's knee ABC, 123 fiddle-dum-dee-deee Come on and
I've done it again! Kermit: We did this together! Don: Alright boys, hit it! (three western-type male muppets pop up from behind the piano, with mustaches and
Oh even please Don't convince me You know I already see Cause the time was right And it was so much fun Cause the time was right It was so much fun - It
They get together And walk along ways These old back roads Where no one lives and And no one goes With all their hopes set On the railway That never came and
or an unregistered one No bullet, you're so full of shit This clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it And don't give me no bullshit, I'm not in
you. Taylor: And uh, you know so I kinda just thought about that first and so it pointed to the song and just sat down at that piano and wrote it with
wonderful And wonderful is true In truth I only really wanted To be wanted by you So go play with your piano Write a mediocre song Out the shell of mediocrity And
imaginary radio And I'm punching up the dial I've got the AC trained on the TV So it won't blow up in my eye And everything that I thought fanciful
'll scrub it clean and make it home again A natural disaster can't hold nothin' on me Their quakin' out west and freezin' back east So I think I'll stick around And
wort (I don't understand a word) Ich bin do in dem klavier (I am in this piano and ) Drinne und's klingt so komisch (it sounds so strange) [someone
or an un-registered one No bullet, you're so full of shit This clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in
' roll is putting on weight And the beat it goes on Arc of a diver effortlessly My mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and nighttime I feel you near
hoping it would make you smile Ain't got a lot to say But it's kinda fun to play If it gets you dancing, well the diddle It'll be worthwhile So, come
a gold revolver Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious Cause my mother
thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it