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Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side
Billy's got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were born
,
It's hardly a comeback if you've never gone

She became a prostitute to make her some green,
He just got addicted, yet living a dream,
They got under
There's a fire beneath my skin
There's a fever that makes me ill
Got a love, a love that kills
I've got twenty four hours to live

Comeback, I'm
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
take it anymore pleasant memories I've got to ignore
I'm coming back, it's my comeback I'm leaving the old track cut
Gotta keep you out of my head
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
down in a tear-stained letter

Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Got to my kneest, I was
make their comeback in your eyes
And heroes fall for heroin and heaven falls for fake
And doris' daisies burn to hell on the grand parade of lies
In
underwood (dialog)
Arthur tripp (dialog)
Buzz gardner (dialog)
Frank zappa (dialog)

Uhh, may I see your papers pleez? ?
Uhhh, lemme see.
Hand me your
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
Yeah, oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it

I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me something
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
[Ill Bill]

How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
gettin' laid is for chips
Bitch I'm tryina' make grits
Him in with the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop
[Ill Bill]

How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
I'ma attack smack and make 'em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack
To rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give 'em a gift
That's swift,
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa

Momma,
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa
Momma,
left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand
need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em
You know it makes me unhappy (What's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave
left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand
numb

Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me?
hey 
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday 
I sat around for six months black 
Waitin' for the day to make a comeback 
And now I'm ready for combat