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Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain [L.A.'s Desert Origins] (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain [Deluxe] (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Pavement) · Still Crooked (Crooked Still) · Still Still Still: A Christmas Collection (Martin Sasse) · Crooked Teeth (House vs. Hurricane) · Crooked Mile (Trish Murphy) · Through a Crooked Sun (Rich Robinson) · Crooked Fingers (Crooked Fingers) – and 90 other albums »


ecstasy, man (Ecstasy, what?)
Nigga this tha shit, man (The fuck?)
Nigga this shit will have you on the level
With ya' female and everything, nigga, look
ecstasy, man (Ecstasy, what?)
Nigga this tha shit, man (The fuck?)
Nigga this shit will have you on the level
With ya' female and everything, nigga, look
still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Here we go
Climbing the stairway to heaven
Here we go
Walking the road of ecstasy

Taking the load
Of this whole world off our shoulders
Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways
Find old rufus there drunk and asleep
Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter
of ecstasy
And we can't change what's in stone

We've been had. Injustice to the masses, destroy the land and crush the poor
The pigs are fueled by greed,
Here we go
Climbing the stairway to heaven
Here we go
Walking the road of ecstasy

Taking the load
Of this whole world off our shoulders
talking

strolling zigzag and around the bends
put all trust in lucky charms,beginning with the end
I called up a candlelit romance and read
still I
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory
passes me by,
Forget about the fighting and the flow as I empty my mind

Living like a fossil,
Still from the torrent of time in a broken world,
Still
I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory
to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay by cool, still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth's
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind

On my
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind

On my
groping for the flame 
Than to be the way I am, I am 
Still this tongue for I am hung 
By this wicked notion 
Tame the beast, release 
The noose I've
within
Is still yet to come out
Like the word - as a bang!
You may have to think again
And get touched by it all
Than walk in single file
In a worn
within
Is still yet to come out
Like the word - as a bang!
You may have to think again
And get touched by it all

Than walk in single file
In a worn
that take you away

Outside, roadways are ready to freeze
Ice kept colder by several degrees
Unnamed, will it still sound the same
In the movements
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind

On my
Wires hum the rails ring
Smokestack burning fiery sparks
Rise up to the stars

Towns asleep by empty roads
Churches rise from crooked roofs
Cloaked
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory
yo, we handle rap like we do the street 
Holding heat 
It's them same crooked niggas 
Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word 
Buying beats is
the emotion and this is the ecstasy 
The new disease wearing you down 
This is the infection 
This is the new discipline 
Contaminated by the pure
I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory