Lyrics:
fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw,
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs,
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
The knives are dull in my kitchen drawer
Potatoes rotting on the creaky floor
So I take my stone and I take each knife
I sharpen their blades through
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
And that I make it home
But i know there's somebody in the street tonight
Their family mourning in the morning
Hope they be alright yeah
As for me and mine
I'm steady linkin' up with death
I fit a knife into his scalp
Wedge it in between his skull, it's gon' be hard to pull it out
I apply the vices
this girl was trife
She ran clear across the room stabbed him up with a knife
Now he fell to the floor laying in a blood puddle
She ain't nothing but
to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in the Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in the morning and I have weed still
slippin by the seaside
But my name ain't on your knife
I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary
Shots pissed,
gettin' sprayed
Houses gettin' broken in, quarters gettin' trayed
Bricks gettin' chopped, mom's pots gettin' used
One thrown in that water, try the soda
of life ahead for me
Only purpose to live
So I keep growin'
Not a day goes by that Ion think about you
I know you in Heaven knowin'
Our memories livin'
knife
Like two wrongs that don't make a right
Yeah, you get the point
Three five in the wood
This fat as hell
Now you can't hit this joint
My brother
the violet light
Was it always this magnificent, cause it feels so different
In the morning light
Like the first word from your first born
Landscape
Woke up in a youngn' aight ok woke in the morning and youngn' feeling litty
(Tell um Swizz tell um)
Big Grah !! Big doom
big Grah big doom
Yessir
want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs,
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
Those bottles in
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
came up off that Quarter flip
She don’t suck dick? That’s a boring bitch
Fuck her all night til' the morning shift
5:46 that’s some warning shit
Leaned
the ounce & pitchin by the quarter,
where some kicks on sale, wakin up in the morning w/a
shitload of mail, the wake up the bake up,
chillin while u face
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