Lyrics:
minutes earlier but the store was closed” the lady then said to her I am quite old so I’ll need you to be patient.
They opened the stored and the lady
You see fire in my eyes cause the boy is going ham
Call the fire department cause the boy is going ham
We're high
You're low
Cause the boy is going
as you can sir
Because the patient is dying
Prime minister speaking
Good afternoon sir I'm calling from the department of health
You've recently tested
departments you're talking about, well that too can be cured
It's one Viagra before you sleep and it's like a trip to Lourdes
Be patient with your feelings if
Vick+
Or some who want a patient man
....or go with a payment plan
...wanna go to department stores
Then they want the keys to your apartment door
Queen G, Joon B, I'm fire, let's go
I'm on fire, torchin' everything, the vicinity blazin
Call the fire department, that's how I respond
a backbone
I've been searching high and low
In the lost and found department of the backbones
I don't have a backbone
I've been searching high and low
In
that's unworthy
And realizing that not everything that is about me is also for me
A whole tree can grow only if you are patient
And some of them are so old
it is or isn't
I'm trying to find a new religion
Cause my old one was a prison
Threw my beliefs against the wall to see what sticks
Now I can see
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
Even on sunny days I feel like I'm in the darkness
She wanna grow old told her miss me with that nonsense
Baby I can't love you can't you see I'm too
mind
Don't trust it anyhow
And when this game
Is who you are
The same old face of fame
Big wows
Get up on
Get off our
Department of art
(Oooh yeah)
(Ooh yeah)
Baby you just need some patience
Baby you just need some patience
Right now, you need to be patient
(All of my life I been
she's old fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked
Complains, complaints
Complaints, its my department
Complaints, its my department
feeling right
Hit the water it's about time
Department of having a good time
Hit up my good time friends
We get the cooler and a bag ice
12 pack
all, I put the tip in it
I ain't nothin' like her old nigga, he a tip giver
Say she got a man, I said it don't matter (yeah, it don't matter)
She want
it's coming, be patient
Now the world been testing my patience Swear I hate it, it's always the same shit
And I get the same old questions What I been
themselves to redwoods that were three times wider than they were, 800 years old, they were spread-eagled, as the saws buzzed right over their heads. They
belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm
to sleep.
She sort of smiled as she tucked me in.
Then she pulled up that old rockin' chair once again.
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably
Different
I gotta be patient with it
Makin' a statement with it
Ain't no time fakin' it
Stayin' complacent with it, oh
I gotta be patient with it
Makin'
just about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was comin' back, so I had to look out for myself
Well I called, the police department, to find
about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was coming back
So I had to look out for myself
Well I called the police department
To find out what
Welcome to the technical department
We will now, chop-off your head
Turn it round
And have a look in the inside
Provided there is a chance
Doctor
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