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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: When Mama's Not Around
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[Chorus:] I'm one, not your one to take it easy We can take it inside Where I can love how I like If I want it- whatever keeps me high Yeah, we can take it Cut loose on an endless spree Good, because we made it And when mama's not around, There's no telling what we'll do When we're free I've been thinking with my head That's right, I've been thinking with my head Whether it's the right or the wrong That's applied to the song Either way, I've been thinking with my head Bed to the couch, down to the floor, Quick, learn and never quit, Else getting worn Doubts with a sworn And a pheromone dust First time with a bed and With a scared head that won't adjust When I hit it once Doubt goes out with a shade 'Til the balance gives weight To the shouts of my name 'Til the balance to the frame gives out Like I'm broke-down living on the dirt road Now's when you pay When the bells ring, Vestibular is Fritz Things on the tip, But you're setting up the hints Used to go to church, Now what settling is this? Like an x-man is dirt When integrity's a trick [Chorus:] I'm one, not your one to take it easy We can take it inside I can have it 'cause I act like I love it It's a matter of time Yeah, we can take it A good excuse for an endless spree Good, because we made it And the world is falling down, So it may as well crash with me Inhibition and the lack thereof Quick fix, almost everlasting love Picnic finish with a classic shrug Going in to the minute that the gasket's done The skill win a smile like a pewter stick Refusing his gifts like a futile trip In gold is the king with his futile friends 'Til there's no space left to maneuver with Free of mind, shackled it, too Attaching to you with the tactile abuse And doubting at you with a fallible view Like a vibe on the trashcan Gallagher crew And I can have it 'cause I act like I love it Like Julia acts like she like-loud love it I act like I love her 'cause I act like I had it And when mama's not around, Then I'm right back at it (When I'm numb, it's the one) There's no telling what we'll do When we're free (When I'm numb, it's the one) There's no telling what we'll do When we're free (When I'm numb, not your one) There's no telling what we'll do When we're free (It's the one, not your one) It may as well crash with me Give me the serotonin creed, Melatonin freed, telephone piece, I met him on the street Now you're thinking she… Cellular on the week I act like I love her 'Cause I know when I need it It's thin books skimmed, Being looked, never read it It's dig deep crossed-eyed Hope line that sink it Scratch that itch when you think (When mama's not around)