Lyrics:
Nighthawks at the diner
Of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
Of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?
In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
Two for a quarter, dime for a dance
With Woolworth rhinestone diamond
Earrings, and a sideway's glance
And now the register rings
And now the waitress sings
The classified section offered no direction
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
As the lead pipe morning falls
And the waitress calls
I got a crib full of corn and a turning plow
But the ground's too wet for the hopper now
Got a cultivator and a double tree
A leather line for the haw and gee
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for country trash
I'm saving up dimes for a rainy day
I got about a dollar laid away
The wind's from the south and the fishing's good
Got a potbelly stove and a cord of wood
Mama turns the left-overs into hash
I'm doing alright for country trash
I got a mackinaw and a hunting dog
A cap that I ordered from the catalog
A big tall tree that shades the yard
A big fat sow for the winter's lard
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for country trash
Well, there's not much new ground left to plow
And crops need fertilizing now
My hands don't earn me too much gold
For security when I grow old
But we'll all be equal under the grass
And God's got a heaven for country trash
God's got a heaven for country trash
I'll be doing alright for country trash
I got a crib full of corn and a turning plow
But the ground's too wet for the hopper now
Got a cultivator and a double tree
A leather line for the haw and gee
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for country trash
I'm saving up dimes for a rainy day
I got about a dollar laid away
The wind's from the south and the fishing's good
Got a potbelly stove and a cord of wood
Mama turns the left-overs into hash
I'm doing alright for country trash
I got a mackinaw and a hunting dog
A cap that I ordered from the catalog
A big tall tree that shades the yard
A big fat sow for the winter's lard
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for country trash
Well, there's not much new ground left to plow
And crops need fertilizing now
My hands don't earn me too much gold
For security when I grow old
But we'll all be equal under the grass
And God's got a heaven for country trash
God's got a heaven for country trash
I'll be doing alright for country trash
Am I going crazy or is it my empty head
Be-Face is so lazy all he does is stay in bed
Going out with Nikki made Hugh's brain grow dim
But Johnny Ramine knows I can't play faster than him
GO
GO
Flippin' out I'm trippin' out
I'm really shittin' now
Night of the Livid Queer (2x)
A.J. hangs around with total acne on his face
Me and Lash ae swingin' hash over at Joe's place
The Queers threw all the knuckle-heads out the fuckin' door
Be-Face better dean all of the puke up off the floor
CHORUS
Am I going crazy or is it my empty head
B-Face is so lazy all he does is stay in bed
Going out with Nikki made Hugh's brain grow dim
But Johnny Ramine knows I can't play faster than him
GO
GO
Flippin' out I'm trippin' out
I'm really shittin' now
Night of the Livid Queer (2x)
A.J. hangs around with total acne on his face
Me and Lash ae swingin' hash over at Joe's place
The Queers threw all the knuckle-heads out the fuckin' door
B-Face better dean all of the puke up off the floor
CHORUS
Baby, if you dare
If you really care
Baby, if you care
Won't you meet me halfway there?
Whoo!
Could you meet me down the river, hash it out over a beer?
Could you smoke from the same peace pipe til our anger disappears?
You want respect (respect)
You just want love (love)
I want that too, for you, and for me, and everyone
But you know what's best
And I know what's best
Let's just agree to disagree
And give this thing a rest
Baby, if you care
If you really care
Baby, if you dare
Won't you meet me halfway there?
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto, trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Fingers scratched, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
While Mary Jane girls, 45s playing soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert, searching to be free
This is my ending and my new beginning, nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in The Matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence, then the game'll get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan, it's the rap repo man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professional stick-up kids dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, uh, blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, yeah
Ha, Braveheart, uh
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto, trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Fingers scratched, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
While Mary Jane girls, 45s playing soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert, searching to be free
This is my ending and my new beginning, nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in The Matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence, then the game'll get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan, it's the rap repo man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professional stick-up kids dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, uh, blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, yeah
Ha, Braveheart, uh
Niggaz talk shit they a bunch of pricks / trying to play in a man’s game
Get ran thru when they ain’t pure and true they get soaked in the cold rain
Verse 2
Route,Pig or Die, my grandma No she didn’t lie, you do what’s needed to get by, live life look forward to tomorrow, I had to beg n borrow, felt joy n pain, anger and sorrow, …that buck that could’ve struck the lotto, ….is manifested from sweat into dough,
Although the money slow, and life move fast, I create master pieces that come from the stash,
These bars is like hash, Sticky,…Mind over matter for the cash, Da humble soldier full blast and dash,
If u don’t know who shit this is, the brick city kid barz cold like a fridge/
Route,Pig or Die, my grandma No she didn’t lie, you do what’s needed to get by, live life look forward to tomorrow, I had to beg n borrow, felt joy n pain, anger and sorrow, …that buck that could’ve struck the lotto, ….is manifested from sweat into dough,
Although the money slow, and life move fast, I create master pieces that come from the stash,
These bars is like hash, Sticky,…Mind over matter for the cash, Da humble soldier full blast and dash,
If u don’t know who shit this is, the brick city kid barz cold like a fridge/
Route,Pig or Die, my grandma No she didn’t lie, you do what’s needed to get by, live life look forward to tomorrow, I had to beg n borrow, felt joy n pain, anger and sorrow, …that buck that could’ve struck the lotto, ….is manifested from sweat into dough,
Although the money slow, and life move fast, I create master pieces that come from the stash,
These bars is like hash, Sticky,…Mind over matter for the cash, Da humble soldier full blast and dash,
If u don’t know who shit this is, the brick city kid barz cold like a fridge/
Route,Pig or Die, my grandma No she didn’t lie, you do what’s needed to get by, live life look forward to tomorrow, I had to beg n borrow, felt joy n pain, anger and sorrow, …that buck that could’ve struck the lotto, ….is manifested from sweat into dough,
Although the money slow, and life move fast, I create master pieces that come from the stash,
These bars is like hash, Sticky,…Mind over matter for the cash, Da humble soldier full blast and dash,
If u don’t know who shit this is, the brick city kid barz cold like a fridge/
Route,Pig or Die, my grandma No she didn’t lie, you do what’s needed to get by, live life look forward to tomorrow, I had to beg n borrow, felt joy n pain, anger and sorrow, …that buck that could’ve struck the lotto, ….is manifested from sweat into dough,
Although the money slow, and life move fast, I create master pieces that come from the stash,
These bars is like hash, Sticky,…Mind over matter for the cash, Da humble soldier full blast and dash,
If u don’t know who shit this is, the brick city kid barz cold like a fridge/
I'm climbing this mountain with this weight on my back
Day blends into night following me is a shadow so black
I've been assigned to be captain of a ship bound to crash
Through the desert I'm mounting off a camel's tired back
All I pass is a cactus in this sandstorm I'm trapped
Add fuel to the madness always run the same track
I'm drowning this sadness in the deep of my glass
I'm climbing this mountain with this weight on my back
A psychic cause crisis it's cited we're ruined
These riots are seismic pause hyphen this movement
The ket in my sinus excited gum chewing
The TV is sighted public should be private
Baby
Show me your privates I'll show you my titan forgive me I'm human
I know this cardboarded life is a show so false it for sure ain't no Truman
Isaac cause violence strike me with the lightning
Like pirates I'm lion guard ass I'm a Viking
The day that I'm signing be the day I'm congruent
Until that day comes it'll just be me and the music
I'm but the son of my mother
A fool and a lover
My heart so broke don't think it'll ever recover
But fuck you I'll smother
The thoughts with the number
Toast hash over butter
That was breakfast in summer
Now I keep the pills with the rubber
Why don't you Swallow that sucker
Every day's the same colour
I'll keep my camera on shutter
Would much rather close my eyes
And open mind to draw when I wonder
I draw when I wonder
I'm climbing this mountain with this weight on my back
Add fuel to the madness always run the same track
I'm drowning this sadness in the deep of my glass
I'm climbing this mountain with this weight on my back
Hey can we talk this over
Hash it out and get all the things we want to say
All this time I thought we were
Doing fine but you had something different in mind
So Was it ever to be?
Kelsi, yes, yes Oh yeah, babe, pop that ass girl, show them
how it's done Kelsey, get into it
You give a damn for the cash, girl Kelsi is on the floor shaking that load
off fucking shit I think the boys just had a shitty, stinky
accident from her confidence They feel the wetness in the ass crack
Seeping through their old navy jeans It's leaking like my grandma's ceiling
It smells like a fucking cat's asshole in the club
They want Kelsi to lick their hairy assholes for the ching-ching
Kelsi is the it girl Pretty girls know that Kelsey doesn't lick
ass cracks But she still does it for the money
But hash it all over her face Because of Kelsi, it became a trend and every
it girl started to do it Oh, Kelsi, you made a shitty mess
If shit ain't working fine
You need to start over
(You need to start over)
If shit ain't working fine
(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
If shit ain't working fine
You need to start over
Ass, perfect body
1st class model
Gas, perfect timing
Need to roll over
Hash in my cone
Yeah, make that shit louder
When we fuckin' off them trams
Yeah, then it takes longer
When we fuckin' off them shrooms
Yeah I'm in a different space
I'm in a different time
But I call it perfect timing
She met me when I was down bad
She helped me to escape
To escape my fate
She gave me so much faith
Left them k-pin, fins and gabas'
Yeah, behind my back
The distance between us is increasing
I'm expanding gap
Now I can surely say
It's never ever gettin' back
If shit ain't working fine, you need to start over
To be fair, I'm not gonna lie
I'm not no role model
Bitch, I'm trynna' to race with time
'Cause I feel a lil' o…
'Cause I feel a lil' old
If shit ain't working fine
You need to start over
(You need to start over)
If shit ain't working fine
(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
If shit ain't working fine
You need to start over
Ass, perfect body
1st class model
Gas, perfect timing
Need to roll over
Hash in my cone
Yeah, make that shit louder
When we fuckin' off them trams
Yeah, then it takes longer
When we fuckin' off them shrooms
Yeah I'm in a different space
I'm in a different time
But I call it perfect timing
She met me when I was down bad
She helped me to escape
(To escape my fate)
(She gave me so much faith)
(Left them k-pin, fins and gabas')
(Yeah, behind my back)
(The distance between us is increasing)
(I'm expanding gap)
(Now I can surely say)
(It's never ever gettin' back)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(You need to start over)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(If shit ain't working fine)
(You need to start over)
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
We said goodbye with a highball,
Then I got as high as a steeple,
But we were intelligent people,
No tears, no fuss,
Hooray for us.
All of you and all of me, florescent and starry
And some of them, they surprise
Well, I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear
I got it
I, I'll take you over there
I'll take you over there
I'll take you over there
Oh, fear
Pulls like fear
Takes us near
Over, over, over
Over, over, over
Over, over
Ik mag niet smoken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik mag niet drinken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik mag niet met bitches flotsen
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik doe alles wat ik wil
Dit is m'n birthday
1 dag ga ik slecht met d'r
Telefoon heb ik op lock wil niet gestoord worden
Ik geef geen fock aan al die apps die binnen blijven stromen
Ik dronk totdat ik kots, ik haal alles eruit voor je
Leven onder invloed, is nu veel te lekker, ben al wakker voor 2 etmaal
Bijna niks gegeten, blijf rekenen in procenten
Ramen getint wanneer ik rij, ze is me zoeken, zie d'r kijken
Vraagt aan m'n vriendinnen, neem please contact met deze
Ik kan d'r zinnen lezen van d'r lippen
D'r wangen rood van make up of van woede
Over de datum de relatie die we hadden
Zit met een chick en we kijken dezelfde film
Onze glazen zijn gevuld met dezelfde sterkte
Dit is de laatste in de ochtend moet ze werken
We rijden door navigatie zegt Starrenbosch
Straight naar de kamer, maak lichaam van kleren los
Ik blijf smoken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf drinken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf met bitches flotsen
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik doe alles wat ik wil
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik doe alles wat ik wil dit is m'n birthday
Ik heb wat super bitches nodig op mn birthday
Die geen fucks geven, club hoppen op een wednesday
Nodig bad bitches uit hier, dit is de best place
Heb nog hash over en witte kristallen, maak een berg op mn vinger
Heupen uit proportie met d'r middel
Soepel, draait als hoelahoep, in een cirkel
Amplitude van d'r ass bij elke bounce is unbelievable
Er staan nu 4 op een rij, ik ben alleen
Dat maakt niet uit
Een renaissance in m'n kasteel, ik arrise
Lichten dimmen, kaarsen branden, rook vult heel de ruimte
Temperatuur is aan het stijgen, kleren verwijderen
Vloer is lava danst nu op de tafel
Al d'r vriendinnen kijken jelly naar d'r
Waarom blijven bitches altijd op andere bitches haten
Can't we just all get along, we zijn tenslotte samen
Ik ontdoe me van m'n shirt en dans die Michael Jackson
Denk dat die spirits mij te pakken hebben
Pupillen knikkers, ik bounce als een kikker
Ruimte foggy, zie een beetje mistig
Al dat likken aan d'r vinger maakt me hitsig
Zet een paar bitches op m'n wishlist
Avond in de bedroom continueren
Al die fantasieën zijn m'n birthday wishes, bitches
Ik blijf smoken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf drinken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf met bitches flotsen
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik doe alles wat ik wil
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf smoken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf drinken vanavond
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik blijf met bitches flotsen
Dit is m'n birthday
Ik doe alles wat ik wil
Dit is m'n birthday
Bleak readout
Leave me out
Speak freely to be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Bleak readout
Leave me out
Speak freely to be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
We been at odds with our sins
We seen 'em crawl from the deep
We went too far, then we came back
And now we're falling asleep
It's been a shadowy war
It's been a horrible year
It's been the corner of adored
And feared in fourth gear
Part bear part
...barely there in rare heirlooms
Eyes like the size of an urn in a smurf's spare room
First dig it's weapons and low fives
And the rest get to sweat and peck at their own eyes
Pass out
...Hash browns over home fries
All spinning bowties and hideous bone piles
Close to the cloak and joke with a broke style
No smile hotel robe in the bulk aisle
Hail Mary on a hell-bound round-trip
Clack horns with various rebel outfits
Marginal charisma lived over brownies
Lived over Jewson's with the reubens and the house thieves
Bleak readout
Leave me out
Speak freely to be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Bleak readout
Leave me out
Speak freely to be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
Be out, be out, be out
We been a mouthful of beer
We been a down on our luck
We been an out on our ear
In theory louder than fuck
It's been a hole in the head
It's been a series of gaffes
It's been a missionary meddling
In mysterious craft
And three the hard way
March into harm's way, so what?
[Jules:]
Okay so, tell me again about the hash bars.
[Vincent:]
Okey what do you want to know?
[Jules:]
Well, hash is legal over there, right?
You don't act up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out here mamma
Look out here
You carry me too fast
Watch it, baby
You're just my good for nothin'
My sweet hunk o' trash
(My, my how you sound)
You're very short on looks
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dumb, when it comes to books
(Look out, baby, watch it, honey)
And you stay full of corn just like succotash
(What you want me to do in my idle moments)
You're just a good for nothin'
But my sweet hunk o' trash
(Let me get a word in there honey, you running your mouth)
You said I've worried you for years
I'm just a barfly moochin' beers
While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash
(Work my fingers right down to the elbows)
Yes I may be good for nothin'
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash
(First to admit it baby)
You said I spread my love all around
And with the chicks all over town
But, how can I when you keep me broke?
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
We said goodbye with a highball,
Then I got as high as a steeple,
But we were intelligent people,
No tears, no fuss,
Hooray for us.
All of you and all of me, florescent and starry
And some of them, they surprise
I can't look it in the eyes, Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear
I got it
(I'll take you over there)
Aluminum tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
It tastes like fear, pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
It tastes like fear, pulls us near
Pulls us near
It tastes like fear
Tastes like fear
Pulls us near
Pulls us near
Near, near
Over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, yeah
I'll take you over
I'll take you over, I'll take you there
Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, baby
I'll take you over
There, there
I'll take you there
There, baby
All of you and all of me, florescent and starry
And some of them, they surprise
I can't look it in the eyes, Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear
I got it
(I'll take you over there)
Aluminum tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
It tastes like fear, pulls us near
(I'll take you over, take you there)
It tastes like fear, pulls us near
Pulls us near
It tastes like fear
Tastes like fear
Pulls us near
Pulls us near
Near, near
Over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, yeah
I'll take you over
I'll take you over, I'll take you there
Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, baby
I'll take you over
There, there
I'll take you there
There, baby
Not to sail domestic straits
Come on by a movie and classic
Come on by, it will be fantastic
After everyone goes, it's our late, late show
Then one day, it was real jobs and real grad schools
Memories and fights left behind, our paradise for fools
Wife and I riffing on Antonioni
Blow-up fronted by a fatuous phony
Why discuss mime tennis on a lawn
We don't care and the kids are up at dawn
Over hash browns I think was that real
Risible youth denying life's deal
Hold that thought, kids, you know you gotta share
And I hear laughter from a table over there
Come on by a movie and classic
Let's get lost and remember fantastic
After childhood goes, it's our late, late show
Come on by and find a new classic
Come on by, it will be fantastic
After childhood goes, it's our late, late show
Come on by, our autumn of content
Come on by, kids are out, Cats for rent
The movie we show now, it's our late late show
Oh my god I'm wreck I can't get out of bed
I'm at home all alone covers over my head
To tell the truth I'm a liar who is often misread
Make incisions bad decisions love my wrists glowing red
Call me manic depressive
This disorder leaves me in anguish
I'm so passive aggressive
My broken heart is so obsessive
Oh my god I feel great living out in mayhem
Pop some pills, pay my bills, stay up till 6 am
Call my friends I make plans cuz I never see them
Spend my cash, smoke some hash and do it over again
Call me manic depressive
This disorder leaves me in anguish
I'm so passive aggressive
My broken heart is so obsessive
Call me manic depressive
This disorder leaves me in anguish
I'm so passive aggressive
My broken heart is so obsessive
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