Lyrics:
would remember me
But I used to follow you back in sixty-three
I've got a good job, and I'm newly born
You should see me dressed up in my uniform
I
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
world
Everything did occur to me that
You are the prettiest girls
My life is so amazing
Let me explain how it got that way
Well if happiness was
grace
Tell me good things tell me that my world is safe
You pass by bars with empty stages
Three o'clock drinkers fall by
Chairs are placed on top
and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch
Take them
Worlds above me rain down on me pennies for my eyes.
Angel voices ever singing echo through the sky.
They're holier than thou, but I'm just spacedust
again
For you I'll change the world.
Pain, sing
If I could change the world.
Ooh, I would be the sunlight in your universe.
Ooh, you would think my
It said 3:30 on my watch
Big show don't start 'till 9:00
Thought a cold one sure would hit the spot
She started pouring shots
It was only me
And in my dreams I'm there by your side
Learning to fly again
The world we see (World we see and hear)
Is a mystery (Mystery but we)
But we hold
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
thinkin'
I couldn't get the man out of my head
Three a.m., it hit me
In a cold sweat, I sat up in bed
That would be me without you
Every day would be
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til
I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me
The Archbishop's gonna sanctify
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
found
My heart divides in two when Karen goes away
For me it's never through
My world turns upside down
When Karen comes around
Did I plan too far ahead?
just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands
on roaring down that line
So all he's got to worry 'bout is time.
I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
He says come on sit down Kid,
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
the plane touched down just about three o'clock
And the city's still on my mind
Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head
I was still in the baggage line
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
I done spent my last three cents
Mailing my letter to the president
I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent
So I'm swinging over to this
last cold-turkey attack
I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
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