Lyrics:
and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for
a bath
You'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie
McMath
BOTH:
Oh,
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for
a bath
You'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie
McMath
BOTH:
Oh,
I'm still here
Wantin to see I to dead and rot
None ah dem cyar come stab inna the back
Cyar get caught by your wolf pack
Different sort Rasta cyar
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut
de lifestyle we lead
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want
You shoulda know by de style weh you hear a chant
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we need
No bother ask
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac
Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack
All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade
Boozy losers
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to the stand,
'cause we ain't going out like that.
Back, huh, stronger than ever, did you think we'd sever?
Never, we're too clever to be taken down clown
by
And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
With memories his one
It's who we are
Purple cloths is on me salute my presence
DNA is worth a fortune but I've still seen a life of peasants
I gave y'all style taugh you
to me. One more
Now, Lucille.
Sounds pretty good to me. Can I do one more?
Look out, Lucille.
Sounds pretty good. I think I'll try one more. All
the tide is rising higher.
Look, it's strange,
Floating by.
Looks just like the ones,
That flow out and ride, oh, I will.
Golden age,
These golden times,
in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin, n****z look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin
There's no way out
There's no way out
Some say
And you realized that time goes by
And I'm still in the way
And you realized you're still alive
be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
I got my left eye checking out your scenery
I got my right eye right where it needs to be
Don't matter how I look at it
You look good to me
Still
As I look at the morning sky
Today the wind is blowing hard
See that bird has flown too high
Pretty soon it will be tired
I spent a day all by
don't ever shine
The wind don't blow in a hollow deep as mine
Oh, if I raise my eyes and look straight up at the sky
I can see the clouds rolling by
I told myself the grass was greener on the other side
But miles and years behind me now
I realize I lied
The view from one hill over looks pretty
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
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