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head
By the nightstand
Where you turned off your phone
Nobody's home, now
Ride the subway
Make graffiti
Go to Famous Ray's
Buy ziti
Get the paper
Written by Carl Bonura & Ray Ceroni.


When I saw him on the corner
Then I knew that I was a goner
I've had it, yeah, I've had it

When you say that
And they call to me 
I wasn't in the bottle 
Next to me 
I'm down by the call 
Maybe the sun 
Where nobody feels 
They gotta give it and go 
She's
events
Like the rays of a sun
Knocked to my knees
By the waves that continued to come
Each time I rise to my feet
I am knocked to the ground
But I am
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s
away"

Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With those dream in my hand and a master plan
That
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
Album: 
Title: 
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Offset: 
 Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
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Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With a dream in my hand and a master plan
That
instance, if I have a girlfriend and she's misusin' me
And I go home at night, maybe I'm lonely
Well, not maybe, I am lonely

I pick up Lucille and then
her on a cruise
He had a alibi in Vegas which was cool
By the time he got home it was to late
Wife and kids was gone and on the floor there was a tape
started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie 
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot 

[Chorus]
Five cars, You're in charge. 
Comin' up in the world. 
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was
listening right
What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
listening right
What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
for instance, if I have a girlfriend and
She misuses me, and I go home at night, maybe I'm
Lonely, well not maybe, I am lonely, I pick up Lucille
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
(Yeah, yo they sleepin' on Mississippi)
(Jack-town, David Banner, Gamma Ray Productions boy)
(Stew-pot stow-aways)

[Chorus]
Been a long time,
snotnose had an addict at home
I drunk Vodka and juice with the fatherless youth
Everyday in between the hours of two we ate taco's and hoot
Every now
trying to see some better days
The suns up catch those rays
Butterfly style who's got chase

[Chorus: x2]
But she still dreams after she woke
Tight
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
hit you with a drum (bah)
You a g somewhere else but at home you's a bitch
You cant go back to the hood 'cause they know you a snitch
Pusy ass
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link