Bring the cups, reload the tubs, became death-proof, it's kind of drug, oh you
Want a girl and meet the girl is that how things just never happen, it's true.

Jimmy Joy, it's all your fault
All the things that you have it's a rubbish stuff of dumb
Jimmy Joy, my starving ego
All the things that you have it's amazing piece of naught

It's so much fun
All mates are here
Where are you from?
What brings you here?
They say it's a plot
That you have appeared
Because of me
Of my master skill

Say your name for mother's grave and bring the cup of sweety cow, oh me...
I put the trust, don't bother me, I'm slighty sorry for that thing I done, it's shit

Jimmy Joy, it's all your fault
All the things that you have, it's a rubbish stuff of dumb
Jimmy Joy, my starving ego
All the things that you have, it's amazing piece of naught

Oh...
What are you looking for? O-oh.
Remember: girl with a cig it's a girl indeed
Boys!
You should smoke Kools
You fools.

All dirty plan
Which you just wrote
Must be reduced
I'm not this one
But here's my friend
He likes those things
So change your bourn
He'll be so pleased

Bring the cups, reload the tubs, became death-proof, it's kind of drug, oh you
Want a girl and meet the girl is that how things just never happen, it's true

hey Jimmy Joy
All the things that you have, it's amazing piece of naught

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