Lyrics:
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
like minded
In the highest degree
Your team is all bark
No teeth and no chin
Yo team is all bark
Like a tree with no limbs
Took an old police car
never closes
You must have seen Blockheads
In raucous teams
Dressed up after work
Who screw their poor old Eileens
Get sloshed and go berserk
never closes
You must have seen Blockheads in raucous teams
Dressed up after work
Who screw their poor old Eileens
Get sloshed and go berserk
another ex
They gather about you like a mother superior
All of you still friends, but -
None of my old flames ever talk to me when things
End for me they
surprised at the kind of attitude she has, because it quite opposite to her father’s.
When she clocked sixteen (years old) she met Sunny Cousin; He was a very
his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around
And said fuck it
something ate us
A very very long time something ate us
And hell, it just feels great
And inside those indifferent giants the old generations indifferently
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
of old woman)
And there's, there's Simon now in the sports car, he's reversed into
the old woman, he's caught her absolutely beautifully. Now he's going
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors
I remember way back in the day
All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
Crushing hoes,
his car!
(good lord! what was that!? )
Grecgery doesn't realize
He has concealed himself
Inside the very mouth of
Billy the mountain!
Ho! ho! ho!
the Chevrolet red
Likes it's from Cincinnati
Baby be giving me head, with superior talent
I pay for that pussy like it's a rent-a-car
I ring the phone like 'baby
Colonel Montmorency who was in Calcutta in ninety-two
Emerged from his retirement for the War
He wasn't very pleased with all he heard and all he saw
buddies they are
Now it's been a good twenty years
And still not wiser
Now they are big stars and very rich
They drive big cars and have five women each
of the palette, all sanguine and cool
The music mostly jazz, the jazz mostly old
Punctured by some punk and some old smoky soul
An atlas on the trunk from
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder nosed
it was all the way vibe
It was a cool old chevy, a sixty five!
So I went into the lot and I asked the owner,
How much do you want for the car in
Love-a me car Me love me bike
Me love me money and ting
But most of all, Me love me browning
Pamela and Dawn, Suzette and Karen
I wonder what the old
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
Way back in the Garden of Eden
Mankind took his very first bite of sin
That's when humans from God seperated
But He didn't give up on His creation
He
memories mean at the very end
Am I old enough yet to miss those old times
Am I old enough yet that I can say goodbye
How you been lovestruck for almost two
could hear all the bowling balls rolling very slowly down the aisles above us, making the rock club stalactites tremble and resonate.
Finally the pizza
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