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Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away Dream Babies (John Stewart) · Bombs Away (Off the Record) · Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away (Kayla Brianna) · Bombs Away [6 Tracks] (Niels Van Gogh) · Bombs over Broadway (Squad Five-O) · Bombs & Butterflies (Widespread Panic) · The Human Atom Bombs (Randy) – and 90 other albums »


at the dog-end of a day gone by
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eyes

Well the drunk outside the Wendy's
Is
down to the rides on east parade,
By the lights of the palace arcade
And watch night coming down on the sovereign light café

I'm begging you for
the wind blows through

You wandered away from your childhood home 
Nobody cared to trace 
The tracks you laid 
You traveled by night 
And you traveled
by someone good
And you, you will be loved by somebody good
You have been loved

You dropped the bomb
And now you're gone
I held you dear
You
here and stumble around
Or head for the woods far away?
I can't make up my mind, I'm drunk all the time
When will happiness find me again?

Now I'm drunk
being modest
Cause I'm a motherfucker, your momma is in the bondage
I promise I bomb it, drunk with powerless Gin and Tonic
Where I'm from niggas'll
Two-timed by the radio,
So I pushed aside my reservations and hopped into a smoking car and drove so far away.
Goodbye to the stolen kiss
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
of change, she a game in an arcade
(Time crisis) Not a second to lose
I’m the motherfuckin' Bible, that’s forever the truth
And this is not another case
huzzy, but he didn't mean no harm
Sunday morning drives, just to get away
Ramsgate or Southend, it would always be a laugh
Paddling by the sea, trousers
The highest niggaz in the industry, 
40 Water you drunk as me? 
Anytime Numskull (then lets get keyed) 
(we the drunkest niggaz in the industry)
Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh? 

I, I, I, I walk by faith, and not by sight, 

living day by day, praying night after night.
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates'
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically,
He was already drunk, and becoming slightly pompous; the pub jukebox blared in the corner, and outside, crowds flowed with supernatural ease through
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically,
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically,
foxy fine mama, by my side, you know that? (Word?)
Right now I'm makin love, but I'ma, say a few rhymes
Check it out, one time for the braincell

Well
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically,
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically,
thugs
Heat takes souls away
It's no love
Drugs help me cope with no hope 
It's like stressin' 
Smoke a sassin 
Can't find no bomb dope 
Continue
boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day
And my dick
around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day
crutch and put away your pistol
Nigga this is Frisco bitch I got the bomb
When you're in a rush break it down in your palm
If you ain't got ten you can
Down will come emcees  fake shit and all! 

Verse One: Method Man 

On top I be the show shot 

The bomb drop 

After shot blow your bumba claat