Musical Direction

Home at last

Izzy came home a couple of weeks ago, she completed the radiation therapy and has been declared cancer free. She was out with the boys. I woke up later than usual because I havent slept a lot lately with Izzy just coming home I was keeping a very close eye on her. As I danced around the kitchen making breakfast, I had my headphones in and I was singing to Miley. Now I know people say she is ruining herself by the way she acts but its her choice to what she wants with her life, Plus she makes good music.

Every single night and every single day

I'mma do my thing, I'mma do my thing

So don't you worry 'bout me, I'ma be okay

I'mma do my thing, 'cause I'mma do my thing

And I'mma I'mma I'mma do my thing, and I'mma I'mma I'mma do my

I'mma do my thing

I'mma do my thing 

 

I'mma do my thing

 

 

Bang bang

I'mma shoot 'em down, baby

Look at me, I'm high up off the ground, baby

Oh shit, pass that shit around, baby

That shit true, but I don't hear a sound

I'm a s-southern belle, crazier than hell

Getting wild up in here

Getting live up in here

Burning up up in here

Turned up up in here

We tear the roof up

Now we up outta here

 

 

We do it, we do it

We don't give a fuck

Only thing we think about is turning up, turning up

We do it, we do it

We do it all the way

Live so everybody hands to the sky 'cause

 

 

Every single night and every single day

I'mma do my thing, I'mma do my thing

So don't you worry about me, I'ma be okay

I'mma do my thing, 'cause I'mma do my thing

And I'mma I'mma I'mma do my thing, and I'mma I'mma I'mma do my

I'mma do my thing

I'mma do my thing

I'mma do my thing

 

 

Bang, bitch

You think I'm strange, bitch?

It's bananas like a fucking 'rangatang bitch

Don't worry 'bout me

I got it all arranged bitch