Lyrics:
come down
Or who he'd be
Like heather on the hillside
He were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Oh,
come down
Or who he'd be
Like heather on the hillside
He were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Oh,
Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you're
Lay your body down, and give you what you been missin'
Pull your panties down, make all your worries seem insignificant
You fuck with me, then go back
through the window he fell with a crash
Tore down the gutters and busted his leg really bad
You ought to have saw it
It looked like he'd been in
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
rode down to Miss Mousey's door
Uh huh, uh huh
He rode down to Miss Mousey's door
Where he'd often been before uh huh, uh huh
He took Miss Mousey on his
Paranoid so I sleep with a toaster close by
My secondary cause first is praying to the most high
Boy I'm legendary for never catching a drug charge
The wheelchair that he never used, he always was too proud
Is folded in the corner by the wreath.
The choirboy's cassock hanging on the hook behind the door
was admired
By everyone he knew
Been a few years down the road and his words
They all ring true
If I could see him now I would tell him
You were right,
First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three
Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand,
He'd also have
12 toes or so the theory goes. Well, with twelve
Digits, I mean
Fingers,
brother Vic stabbed him with a fork and got flipped on by they're mother
Moms sided with nigga who walked out only 3 months later
No wonder they hate her
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
Down came her father and he standing by the door
Saying, ""Jeannie, you're trying the tricks of a whore
You
Can't see it going down, not ever no
Never ever could it be that way, not we me no way
What you gonna hear me say is no
VERSE THREE
I'm moderation
And was wise to the boss' ways
He says, you want what's yours by right
You have to struggle with all your might
They'll rob you blind if you don't fight
blind, you need eyes
Then I'ma come and lend you mine (Uh, huh)
Every time I start walkin' proud
They wanna chop, chop, chop, Chop me down
I just wanna
tried forever more.
You have heard this story told
By the young and by the old
How the Indians killed Venero
On his way to Rocky Run.
Many years have
takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I
takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come
Of the travellers in the first and the third
He established control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occured.
He would you watch you without
The minutes seemed like hours, you couldn't hear a sound
We've been in race until we'd lay all our money down
The cowboy smiled and showed his hands, three
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