shots

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad You think he's no good, well, he knew he was bad Took him to a place, now he can't get back Two shots of happy, one shot of sad We walked together down a dead end street Mixing the bitter with the sweet Don't try to figure out, what we might've had Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad He was a singer, some say a sinner Rolling the dice, not always a winner You said he was lucky but hell he made his own Not part of the crowd, not feeling a...

Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Shooter, shooter Shooter, shooter I was innocent then, I ain't do no wrong She said, "you mommy little man," I said, "yep, uh huh" She was e...