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know there's a bad side to the power of the chain
I know I'll be going back in time once again

It was only the 1st of may, thunder rolling by
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero

I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
From the album fairytale

Now, it makes no difference what you do, I love you, babe.
Well, I need your lovin', I need it bad, oh deed I do.
Now, you
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero

I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
Its bad boy, baby

We go by the name of q, mike, slim, daron
And this is part three
You know, like the third album
Like the third time we been here
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
brains gone, my souls warm, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
I'm ducked the f*** down while I'm writing this rhyme
'Cause
brains gone, my souls warm, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writing this rhyme
'Cause
Just anaesthetise the passers by
The faceless clowns that put me down
Don't bring me down

I'm lost inside this brain drain, taking me over
Somehow, I
I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
My shit turning on 28-inches
My shit burning like 500 plus
And this album's a three permer
a suburb to the brain?

You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. 
I'm pushing my luck
It
the street with two dead beat 
that don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
and I'm willing to bet 
my last album (that?) she's
she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone

(phone rings:  "Hello?")

[Chorus]

(On the Phone)
She don't live here no more
I heard
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
and the figures of the statch
I think I'm gonna download my ind

I wanna pull it out

Too damn bad if at the end of the day the only thoughts
In your brain are all
for me by tonight

I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time tonight

I'm on the nightrain,
a suburb to the brain?
Marie:
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I'm pushing my luck
would go away

Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
A similar voice taken
The clothes changed
But the face retained

Surrounded by
Old imagery
His brain bypassed
The eternal moment laid bare
No time
your disease
Don't need your silly jive
Chorus:
I was an innocent by-stander
I was middle of the roadman for you
Then you took me for a ride, now baby
Is a suburb to the brain'

[Marie:]
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I
to the brain?

You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad, I'm pushing my luck
It feels like being
what a pity
Be smoking and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I’m such a bad
and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I’m such a bad boy, P Diddy
We got them notorious