Back Street Hangout Lyrics by Oblivians
Back street hangout
Got my things, I’m gonna get up out
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Back street hangout
Got my things, I’m gonna get up out
Her hair was black and it hung now
Said I was dead
Mama guitar
It’s a woman every time
I’m a clone
I live alone
Woke up in a police car
Woah oh
Hey, little girl
I wanna make you mine
Well babe, I think I wanna beat a-your #ss
Just think now baby, you ain’t got no class
She tells other guys
I am just a friend
Early in the morning
And I’m stuck at home
See the guy out on the street
That’s a guy that crack and beat (?)