Lyrics:
a break
Before we wait
He got irate
Get him home
Before mistakes
I know the way
It's by the lake
Or by the crick
Never mind I don't know which
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time
to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
'Cause in the hood true homies make you
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
you fucking want?
Every day I must...
Every time when he drinks, it's the same story
He makes her cry and leaves bruises on her body
Blood staining
next
Swoosh, swoosh
What's next
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Yea what's next
Time for the doctor
These niggas is sick get a cough when I walk through
the lovely ladies who have come and gone
From the house next door to his house on the lane,
He consoles himself that he's got his health and he knows he
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
eye contact and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feeling comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel possesed by you
I have these
orders a la albert speer
you can say, think and do what you like
as long as you don't, don't, don't, don't step out of line
so abide, abide, abide by
little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
He ask when I'ma stop, I say, "When I run up a billion" (racks)
Know every time I cop a whip, that shit come with the driver (yoom)
Like every time I
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office,
He started licking the pavement.
Every night now since we moved into that new house
There's this
the Sun would still stand out for its brightness if not for the warm light of the fire, visible from a small ravine below the farthest hill. By the time he
started to come down
They fuckin pounded him into fuckin pulp and they hit their fist into his body and face
He could hear his own bones crack and break
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
luck this time
Better love next time
Oh, yeah
Close the tab
A cheap date
Heartbreak
Come a dime a dozen
Oh, well
What the hell
Bad luck this
and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
And I
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
he didn't get his gifts, dad feelings
All them bags it's apparent when they tripping
I ain't gonna make it about my kid
Next year this time
See me
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
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