Lyrics:
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped
stayed with you
I would have wrote you a letter
but the telephone calls are free
Cause the boys in the next apartment
Are working all day
They're a great
Party next door I'll hit the floor, pour up
S'more leave with a shorty for sure, it's a
Party next door I'll hit the floor, pour up
S'more leave
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
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 devised
tell these words from magic door
It's cloced for me, but not for you
You know my name, you miss me still
It noisy around by sounds of town
But box is
I heard your whisper once before
When I opened up the door for you ...For you
I feared the battle long ago
Feast on the madness of the night
In
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
that night falls but never
Breaks and day breaks but never falls?
In what other language do people drive on
The parkway and park on the driveway?
Ship by
wasn't gonna sit around and wait
But this guy was wise to all the lies
And he flies out the door with the easy money
Oh because there ain't no man
of my invites
Last fall I had a night to myself
Same guy called, Halloween party
Waited all night for him to show
This time his car wouldn't go, (I'm
I have been hit by winter
If you know in your heart
That the battle is won
And the tears keep falling
And the magic is fading out
I want a guy with
wasn't gonna sit around and wait
But this guy was wise to all the lies
And he flies out the door with the easy money
Oh because there ain't no man
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
It's a long ride
With the sun close by
Carrying light, holding spikes and a note wrote in the night
Someone's living
Come to me
Symphony
Shine and bright
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
one trash
Politicians, talk same trash
Guy next door, trash trash
You know what, I will bring a cash
I will talk that same trash
Trash Talk
Knock knock
The light that fills my lonely cell,
Is blocked out by the key,
That locks the door to this hell,
The place they wanted me.
Time's racing like
just one more guy I went looking for
The boy next door
Or maybe I'm the girl with the see-through eyes
But I watch too many movies,
I get tangled in
(How's everybody feelin' this evein')
It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind
Them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Keep sendin' them late night messages
Late night messages
Late
lying next to me
In my bed
I'm thinking about all the things we could be doing
Instead
Take care of the magic touchstone
Only hold it when in need
And I'm the bad guy, 'cause I don't answer my door, like, "Hey! Hi!
You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like
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