Frazey Ford Done Lyrics. My joy, my joy, my joy take nothing from you. And you coulda safe that number as you hang.
EP 166 Frazey Ford Mulligan Stew
Web one, two, one, two, three i was taking every hit from you drive by shooting son of a bitch, and i'm done whoa, i'm done who told you, that you could rewrite the rules, and do you really take me for a goddamn fool 'cause i'm done oh, i'm done and you can drag me. Web ford's lyrics sound so urgent she might have written them while slamming the front door behind her, but the legendary hi rhythm section plays like they've got all the time in the world. Web one, two, one, two, three i was taking every hit from you drive by shooting son of a bitch, and i'm done whoa, i'm done who told you, that you could rewrite the rules, and do you really take me for a goddamn fool 'cause i'm done oh, i'm done and you can drag me. My joy, my joy, my joy take nothing from you. Web bm you've been hunting my weaknesses, slandering my name f# you spend all your time trying to place your blame, a g and i'm done, ohhh, i'm done bm i used to think i hold the best parts of me, f# to soothe the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams, a g. Really take me for a goddamn fool 'cause i'm done, i'm doneand you can drag me out before. Web the lyrics for done by frazey ford have been translated into 2 languages. Web i fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life. One more cup of coffee. I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life.
One more cup of coffee. Really take me for a g***** fool 'cause i'm done, oh whoa, i'm done and you can drag me out before. I was taking every hit from you you drive by shooting son of a bitch, and i′m done i'm done. And my joy, my joy, my joy take nothing from you. And you coulda safe that number as you hang. You drive by shooting son of a bitch, and i'm done. You drive by shooting son of a b#tch, and i’m done. I'm donewho told you you could rewrite the rules, and do you. Web ford's lyrics sound so urgent she might have written them while slamming the front door behind her, but the legendary hi rhythm section plays like they've got all the time in the world. Who told you you could rewrite the rules, and do you. Web one, two, one, two, three i was taking every hit from you drive by shooting son of a bitch, and i'm done whoa, i'm done who told you, that you could rewrite the rules, and do you really take me for a goddamn fool 'cause i'm done oh, i'm done and you can drag me.
