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In a week or two, real soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a night
By the cold light of the moon

The horses scream the nightmares dream
In a week or two, real soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a night
By the cold light of the moon

The horses scream the nightmares dream
Ronnie's totin' shingles up a ladder for Steve

'Cause Steve fixed Ronnie's transmission last week

Friday night there'll be spaghetti, five
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains
Only one run a week comes
The idea concerns the fact that this country wants nostalgia.  They want to go back as far as they can ? even if it's only as far as last week.  Not to face
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Well, I took me a woman late last night,
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell,
Took off her wig,
that he does, and it doesn't matter why, because he's going to die.

Okay, he was bit by a dog last week, that's why he limps. Okay? And it wasn't his
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
You know, so the government can chase ya'
First name: John, Last name: Insignificant
I'm smiling like a proud dad; I got the birth certificate
Go
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her
toast to my enemies
Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy

[Chorus]
Well, I took me a woman late last night,
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell,
Took off her wig,
eighty-six
At the local band stand
New tracks, suit, fat laces white sneakers
Moving to the sound coming out of the speaker
Last week around Queen
the trigger, click, should've been eating lead
But I wasn't, I was naked in john frost square
Mothers with pushchairs stopped and stared
For this situation I
fiend family
I seen a dope fiend killed last week
Left a bloody base pipe in the street
They burnt the bitch up in the trunk over 80 dollars
Started
and think I seen more death than god
Just last week a nigga got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned
How can I not end up
some the battle against grief is just
Beginning, yellow ribbons are everywhere, with the
Release of John McCarthy,
It seems at last the world is changing
couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for ALL OF THOSE YEARS, and finally, now, AT LAST, his Royalties!

Royalties!
Royalties...
and beat your peeps down worse than steve stought

Put you in choke holds I learned last week from the police man
Who caught me stealing weed from his
me

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't turn
learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like D-Bo
learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like D-Bo
learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like D-Bo