Lyrics:
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
tired
Desired, that was the beauty I admired
Out by the 41 Brook, no joke
Can I have a toke, finally, she smiled and smoked
Gave the girl my number,
right
Man, I been hustling all night (Hustling all night)
Tryna get my paper right (Get my paper right)
So, my lady called my phone (My lady called my
curse God and a watch Knots Landing
black out the windows 'cause the Sun's screwing up my reception, damn
and once again I'm watchin'
Chico and The Man
isn’t sage enough. You must consult someone even more sager: my fahjah, or at least the man I wish was my fahjah.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dine Sore flared his
myself, great Brooks
for some reasons some people they wanna be me
but I want to be somebody else
I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to be doin'
(we have got to figure out how to get right back to love street)
I need directions (we need direction, woah)
To that street called love (to that
ain't no joke
Down with the sound called BDP
After livin' on the streets alone
Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
I used to watch
consolation
And that's the thought that I'll be going back someday
And ev'ry night down upon my knees
I pray the Lord to please take me
Back to that little old
I sing of the swift and mysterious style
Of Billy the kid and of Oscar the wild
Upstarts and outlaws and lords of the night
With destinies dark
know we are alone
Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on
Bust it - man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
She have faith, she have di
over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down
Alright
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got a buddy livin' out in Jacksonville
In love with a woman with looks to kill
He called me outta the blue just
a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
all over again. That's how I was offered my first record deal when I was 16 years old.
My grand scheme of being emancipated, went out the window. When
the moulding sand
He wore his trade like a company brand
He was one of the cyclops' smoky band
Yes, that was my old man
My old man wasn't really old
It's
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
we brought my baby home the first night
Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib raging
In my new car bought from entertainment
Champagne and gaining
what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
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