Lyrics:
To the lady by the windowsill
Five healthy children
And a home of your own
Back on Miracle Row
They all will follow the show
Soap operas in
down
Somehow, I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind
3:02
The space in this room has turned on me
All my fears have cornered me here
Me and my TV
boulevard
he's going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
you can believe it man
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
Don't listen to the TV
Don't listen to the radio
Don't let anybody tell you
That this old ship is going down
Black bottom of the ocean
I'm awake I'm alive I'm feeling free
Seeing Bailey gear all over TV
Keep it fresh keep it clean
Time to shoot a new scene
As I enter the room it's
all before on the tv ones to go through
So this a rerun old episodes and this no new
Lil hazel getting used up by the guys up on the block
They only use
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
dass room riz rise from the rice race stand up ss
March the crowd wake up hoodies heads dawn's here sol soon as up
Night's near bloomer moon yuppie
through the backrooms
And the tomb I'm in cemented by the deja vu
I see those mouth fountains sitting by the damn pool (I see 'em)
Are those tv's or is that
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A T-L's best
(yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5,
and love and happy afternoons
Watchin' TV from your room
While you're layin' in my arms
And I know it's not fair to me
To see this love walk right by me
Marie lives on Miracle Row
She tells fortunes, you know
at a dollar a throw
Every pimp and every gigolo
has made love in the afternoon
to the lady by
hooker with herpes
Louisiana hooker with herpes owwww!
We saw her go down to a room by the airport
Where Swaggart gets off watching pornography
Everyone
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
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