Lyrics:
The situation's got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
might be walking blindfold into a typhoon
I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky
Right outside of the window of my living room
And if they do
(telephone)
Dick barber (snorks)
...operator?
Phone for a minute, please...
Hello?
...yes sir...
Ah, can you call six seven eight nine eight six six
...
Yes
there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
ain't too much
When I done quit hollerin' baby
I believe I shake 'em on down
Get my babe won't be late
You know by that I mean seconds late
Ah must I holler
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
Seven days of the week made to choose from
But only one is right for me
I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe.
I can tell by the way she looks
Ignore it if you dare
As I shed my second skin
Beneath a bullet box roller-coaster
I view my transformation
Through the veil of a jokester
As I gain
the math
You see, if colors were numbers
You'd be a fuchsia seven
And I'd be a platinum three
And we could be a ten together
Oh, and I don't ever want
once or twice you called me by her name
I need you so but now I know that you don't feel the same
It's all over town, you've put me down
A second hand
once or twice you called me by her name
I need you so but now I know that you don't feel the same
It's all over town, you've put me down
A second hand
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in
my
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
Hold on a second baby
I got bim bam
second guessing
When I fall under some man's spell
I don't care if he's taken
It won't be my heart breaking
Some other fool be crying well
[Chorus:
here with me, seven days of the week, six if I let you go I'm a fool, because boy
There's Only one you, five said I never wanna let you go thats from
kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone these seven years
Still no man shall marry me
What if
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street, where you live
And oh, oh ,oh the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are
to killah, hard to killah.
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
Blah! These mutha phuckaz nutz if you want to murder me,
and the linsey, oh
She saw her two bonny boys playing ball
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Oh, bonny boys, if you were mine
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
I
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
out of this
I just can't abide…
If I had a pound for
Every time
of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
Yeah, wave bye, bye (when can I tell 'em what I do?)
(In a second, maan,
Six afraid of seven 'cause seven, eight, nine
I'm about to lose it the second time
Staring at the wall hour after hour
Running up and down over
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