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cried, Bill, Bill, Bill when are you coming back.
I cried in a stranger's arms standing there by the railroad tracks.
Oh, yes I did.

The day you left
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers


Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
of the dollar bill?
Who loves power lunching from Spago to the Sizzler?
Guess who's coming to dinner? 
Who loves you, baby?
Who'll give you good credit?
Who
And here I am, waiting for the storm to pass me by (Pass me by)
And that's the sound of sunshine
Coming down
And that's the sound of sunshine
Coming down

Yo
And here I am, waiting for the storm to pass me by (Pass me by)
And that's the sound of sunshine
Coming down
And that's the sound of sunshine
Coming down

Yo
the morning
Where are the funny phrases 
That are always followed by goodbye

[Chorus: ]

Is it now all up to you, do you now
Guide the evening, or do
Hmm-mmm

A hundred dollar phone bill
And it's multiplied by five
You look like a phone to me
Hey are you still alive?
Dirty plates and bottles
Well
bill
And it's multiplied by five
You look like a phone to me
Hey are you still alive?
Dirty plates and bottles
Well they decorate my floor
And I got lots
Picture this coming home from a long day's work, no food is there
Picture this steady trying to show the world you're worth, and nobody cares
Picture
Check it out
Organized for the '93 flav' you know what I'm sayin'
We all gotta maintain
Mad bills, mad up and downs
You know how it go
This is
The city is glamming
In the spot coming from my Gucci lenses
Plus tour buses scoops and Benzes
I ain't used to this I came through the trenches
Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast
Locked the fuck down, hear my shit, nigga
(Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn)

Shit is crazy
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.

Coming over the hill are the boys
It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his
and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge
Have earned me this useless degree
I can't pay the bills yet 'cause I
Come on y'all get live get down
Coming to you from the underground
So listen up to what we say
All ya sucka emcees won't you please come out today
muthafucking more whips than kunta kuntai
He was beefin in the morning got em shot by midday
Always listen to ruga gotta do it his way
Your money right get
the morning that bitch deaded
But you shameless
Rolling joints with your hoes trying fuck someone that's famous
But we know how the game is
Don't hate me