Lyrics:
Dear Diary
As you can see, the pen's drinking
It's an ornery little thing
And it's dreadful, dreadful, dreadful
Dear Diary
My sweet body will
It only took a glance
Of fortune or guess
A little drumming boy
Was beating in my chest
La La La
Is this a competition?
I'm definitely
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
anybody seen
The whirlpool floating in my mind
I said has anybody seen
This is the low that I could find
And I'm on solitary sand
And I've been
Got a rented Chevy, it's an out-of-towner
Leaning on the rack by the check-out counter
Got the Globe and the Star and some cayenne pepper
Promise
the parking lot I saw two cowboys
Fighting for a handicapped space
So what is a girl to do now boys
To make sense of this place
There's too much wrong in
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
drink some more
'Cause this is like a party, like a party, like never before
Brand new whip, on my stick every time I shift gear, rude boy it bangs
Yeah, I just wanna know who it is
And I was told to dream out loud but keep my thoughts to myself
People that say they down, they just not gonna help
on the wall
The universe brought me to tears My mind was far too fond
Of the unknown
Little black lines
Each crack in the design
I've been to the astral
that
You ain't never seen
Woman of my dreams be my pretty little thing
Let me stop it, I'm really poppin'
I'm outta pocket WAIT
Let me get back
a little arsehole
Rude boy that’s one for the bajans
Back with a shooter, watch your mouth cuz
You’ll get clapped with a luger
Nightmare on Elm Street yeah
in the winter I am cool, but never cold
Boys and girls, they've seen the world destroyed by a little toy
Reach around behind me set this unit
So we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of English
Fell in love from a distance.
He watched her working from the back fence
He
the percussion
Blast you fast there go production
Trust, took my top hat off by all means
Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens
My stage persona,
it's not too late, take my hand I'll lead you
Down to earth
I used to know - a little boy called roy
He had a dream - he was just seventeen
He had
So your gonna try play it cool
And tell me your home all by yourself
Gonna lie to my face and expect me to believe you, your something else
Won't
to church, go to school
But you could drive a truck right through
The hole that's in our life
My little boy shoots me a grin
And says he wants to be
[Knightowl]
Well I'm brown to the bone
Cafe is the color of my skin
The crazy knightowl is back once again
With another dope rola
I stop the car, I
ready to leave
This girl gets out of the
Car and stands in front
She screams, "That's my fucking boyfriend
Get out you little"
Chelsea turns to Ben who
He got a wrinkled up rock 'n' roll T-shirt on and a beanbag for a couch
He can hold his beer but he can't hold a job and he creeps your little
Rap is a deadly emcee (what is rap?)
Rap is for makin some g's (what is rap?)
Rap done went all over seas (haha what is rap?)
Rap gon' pay off my
When I was just a little boy I’d watch a TV talent show
Where the grown ups poured their hearts out and was the only one to know
That only lucky legs
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