Bat Country Lyrics Novels & Stories

Henry's Pov 🎶🎶You don't want no problems, want no problems with me You don't want no problems, want no problems with me Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!" You don't want no problems, want no problems with me, bih! You don't want no problems, want no problems with me Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

“My heart’s a DJ that won’t quit, My heart. Remixing all our old hits, All of our old hits. I know I should press skip, I know. But it’s playing your name again... Your name is stuck in my head” I sing and the two sing the adlibs. “You got my heart on replay, replay (yeah!) Can’t turn the volume down, no way. Every beat just pulls me back, Every rhythm keeps me trapped. I should walk away But you got my, got my, Heart on replay.” We all sing.

Kat’s tantrum had been entertaining enough for me to stop singing in my protest but I closed my eyes, thinking of another. ‘We're dying with the sun’ ‘A solar scarlet letter’ ‘I’m losing everyone’ ‘Don't think that I'll get better’ ‘The feelings overdone’ ‘I’m well aware’ ‘Baby we're not set in stone’ ‘Can't be your rosetta’ Raine growled but forgot she was in control. Her growl made everyone jump and I chuckled, pretending to have drum sticks in my hand as I added beats to the song. “Sorry, Sky is being…obstinate.”

🎶Buss a little twist, girl whine your waist🎶 🎶Omo you dey fine, no ramp or play🎶 🎶Gotta make me feel some typa way🎶 🎶I can make you feel some typa way🎶 🎶Buss a little twist, girl whine your waist🎶 🎶Omo you dey fine, no ramp or play🎶 🎶Messages drunk textasiz🎶 🎶He wanna squeeze on ma back and ma breastasiz🎶 🎶They wanna press the kid but can't impress the kid🎶 🎶They be lucky if they even got next to this🎶 🎶Can I know what I bring, some don't bring anything🎶 🎶I'd rather eat on my own if I can't eat widda king🎶 🎶I been about ma bag, I can't forget ma tag🎶

I took a seat in a chair that had wheels and lounged down into its comfortable leather. I strummed then started playing a very offensive country song by Rodney Carrington. ‘There she goes Bitching again Saying things she’s heard from all her friends And it don’t matter what I do Or where the hell I’ve been There she goes Bitching again’ I stopped and nodded at Claude who strummed then started playing ‘I got crabs’, also done by Rodney Carrington.

But because the lyrics are Japanese, she hums most of it except the chorus and fills the rest with a whole bunch of mondegreens: | “Dokkan Dokkan Sorbetero Dokkan Dokkan Pengeng i-ce Sungka-dama na nanana Aba te Go Go Kaybilis Nananana Ayan kasi Energy…” | Finally, Kate finishes her singing (which was painful for Yssy to listen to) in time with what she’s doing. Now the photo looks like a giant bus ticket after the bus conductor has punched holes in it. Kate peers happily through one of the holes and sees Yssy’s skeptical face.

“Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh!” I was past screaming the lyrics at this point, my body was fully loose and just at that moment the song was changed to a totally different song, one that I love still.

🎵Get up, get up Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back Fuckin' Robitussin I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah Can't do Percocets or Molly I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right🎵 🎵Baby, you can Ride it, ooh, yeah Bring it over to my place And you be like "Baby, who cares?" But I know you care Bring it over to my place You don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me I don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me🎵 🎵I can make it hurricane on it Hunnid bands, make it rain on it Tie it up, put a chain on it

Down, down, down I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby, give me light I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby, give me light I love the way your body moves Towards me from across the room Brushing past my every groove No one has me like you do, baby Bring your heart, I'll bring my soul But be delicate with my ego I wanna step into your great unknown With you and me setting the tone Baby, don't let the lights go down Baby, don't let the lights go down Baby, don't let the lights go down Lights go down, lights go down Lights go down, lights go down Down

Eh Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Mi say wah man down A weh mi say Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum When mi went downtown 'Cause now I am criminal, criminal, criminal Oh Lord, oh mercy, now I am a criminal Man down Tell the judge please gimme minimal Run out of town, none a them can see mi now, see mi now Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In Central Station In front of a big old crowd Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In Central Station.