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From the Front Row Live (10cc) · From the Front Row Live (David Crosby) · From the Front Row Live (April Wine) · From the Front Row Live (Marshall Crenshaw) · From the Front Row Live (David Crosby) · From the Front Row Live (Pat Travers) · From the Front Row Live (Humble Pie) · From the Front Row Live (Stiff Little Fingers) · From the Front Row Live (Stiff Little Fingers) · From the Front Row Live (Gary "U.S." Bonds) – and 90 other albums »


working there myself
And that's where I'll be
With a front-row seat
To watch you live your life well

Streets lined with cottages and cabins
The skies
on and poppin'
If you got the chronic, J is for the coppin'

Come on everybody let's get live with it
The niggas nice with it like dykes lick it
First let me
a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.

You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in
And you're sitting in the front row
Wanna be first in line
Waiting by my window
Giving me all your time
You could be my hero
If only I could let go
But his
Clarks and only Nike sneaker 
In your speaker, is the new style 
Dedicated to the intelligent child 
In the front row, or behind me 
We're gonna pull
For my people in the front
In the nose bleed section
This is for the headsets loving the mix
My people in the front row, covered in spit
Batters
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist
With his share of front-row sin
His Saturday night still on his breath
Every Sunday when he'd walk in
He's never led
Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings
We'll call ahead let 'em know
Get you to the back door
Get a front row seat
'Cause you're on easy street

All your old friends
I know you love 'em
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings
a row (wow)
Paparazzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece
Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style
Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings
screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd
god full on the lips

[Chorus]
I'm in the front row
The front row with popcorn
I get to see you
See you, close up

(I'm too tired to recount
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
And you're sitting in the front row,
Wanna be first in line,
Waiting by my window,
Giving me all your time,
You could be my hero,
If only I could let go,
But
To every silver cowboy who rode the silver screen
Do you remember ridin' through the strand
And do you remember me I'm the front row kid
Who
Moving   on   a    pale   moonlight
Staring  at  the   tail lights of the
Truck that  rips   the road apart
In front of me

I watch your right
vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But
Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson)
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but death row
on the mount 
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it 
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my