Lyrics:
the same building
And he would help me with things and I would see him and think "what a cute guy"
And he was a cute guy
And it was just little by little
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
a little something to remember that
I can't memorize
Take these things
In silence, all for the words that we leave behind
Oh, I see a new life
My
Led out on a leash behind you, holding ground
And I don't need no reminding, I've been around
Been around, yeah, I am a sound, yeah
Lie down
a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah
Never see it comin'
just trying to be, I don't know
Someone I wasn't
I think we're both a little guilty of that
Don't you?
You don't want company by any
Chance? On your
esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side
The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
understand
By the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything about you
It doesn't mean much
It doesn't
argue
What happened to the kisses, and, "Why, how are you?"
Forgot about the times when I rhymed when I bathed you
Dreams was the only little things
Where people can be what they want to be
And where Apartheid could never happen again
Where people don't judge you by the color of your skin
Where I
'Till you came on the scene!
You blew in from the middle-west
And certainly impressed
The population here-abouts
Well baby, I got news for you,
of the kings
Through the veinses of the fiends
A paper chaser's pager, yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancientest things
Speak every
longer live that life
You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down
I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind
You think
I was tired of being put right down
By myself for not being what you
Thought you had found
Pulled hard in two directions by a
Desire to learn
Call me the swamp thing, yall headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train,
So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin'
thing now baby,
One thing on my mind.
Gonna pack it up, little darlin',
And leave you far behind.
I'll be running,
Yes, I'll be running on down
I never put much behind no smiles
Never felt this way for more than a little while
Loving you makes more sense
Than keeping up or paying rent
Picture a scene in your mind
Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind
Listen, watch, and wait
A plot begins to take shape
with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas,
I thought I'd already touched the sky
I got to know you and I don't know why
But all of my life couldn't mean as much
As just being touched by you
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
She said city center used to be the center of our scene
Now city center's over, no
Nobody's guidance so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Drifting off into another stage of life
Nigga paid ya
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