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on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is

little flaw
I'm selfish, I wanna be the only care that you've ever got
And when I see you talking to a next man I get all heated up and ticked off
I'm

and shaking sweating and anxious
Time to get it together and gather my patience
Through my door into my room holding back tears thinking I'm doomed
Psycho

Mainstream U.S.A. [Bonus Track]

They Might Be Giants

Then: The Earlier Years

1997

dance, my darling?
Can I have this last dance with you?
These are the words that he told to the fellow next door

Mainstream, U.S.A.
I flipped that

Subdivision Blues

Tom T. Hall

Storyteller, Poet, Philosopher

1995

comes by and takes my kids to Istanbul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were

We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know

problem
Tryna come for the flick mans young got time
And it's early doors I ain't in my prime
Gotta take that risk
Up next all the rest gotta wait in line

the twilight. Watching her hind-side; till next time she whispered by handsome. 
 By being sexy and sinister, made my feeling enhance some. I was under her

you Tripping like you handicap 
And leave yo feelings at the door you know what's coming next 
I'm bout my money so you know I'm bout to chase a check
I

shining at the throat I left him blinded at the store
By the blender how I roll we work it fast, don't move it slow
Move the bitch up out the door she

back it back I'm stumbling
Who catch me one of my guys
I look back at partna
You go next cause shawty so fire
On to the next it's so much candy in

addressing
Talking with the best about investing
Just to earn my leisure drive some jet skis
Somewhere in the deck bitch I'm next king
Got keep my aces round

give me a call (give me a call)
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw (yo, what you said?)
Next minute, calling for the law (woop-woop)
This .9'll have them

never know what's next

I got things to do I'll never get bored
I'm on a mission and I head out the door
Rolling through my hood and waving at my friends

bandit when talking to cops


I dont know about demon time, 
My team demon day and night,
My team pull up posses them guys,
Try snatch his soul but God

Storm Warning

Latyrx

Quannum Spectrum

1999

stake through your living room 
Nature's heavy burden is now passed on to you
Your world eaves and pulls, you watch the house next door
Swallowed by

Got my fingers in too many pies
So i dont really linger round too many guys
Too many witness and too many eyes
When the streets start talking
You'll

the one that y’all wanna be
I might sound sweet, but I sting just like a honeybee
Be the next great like the guy who made “Money Trees”
Yo top four convo

to Motown jams most of your music is backwards
Are you all in cus stackin chips is such a nasty habit
I Live by my word but most Niggas is into actin
I can't

finna hear me vent more
Please don't get it twisted, tell you once that you don't want war
Not a role model, still kicking in your front door
Watch me

nigga aye just let me know
If your nigga love you
Then they bet not let you out that door
Talking down on my dead guys
I'm like let's go to war
I don't

and you and you the next guy
How am I gonna see you different once I see them checks fly
I think I gotta problem chasing this wealth
I'm in the money tree's

to Madison, I've opened every door
My hustle's heavyweight, in this game, see I soar
Don't talk shit, if you ain't walked my miles
Walked my miles
My journey's

kids next door, deploy
Thunder-cat hearing that roar, that loud noise
And Johnny with the two by four, he got no toys

I feel robotic like a cyborg
Gone