Lyrics:
all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key ahum
Well I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers
performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
I didn't know just what to say, when you turned and you looked my way
It doesn't happen to me every day, can we talk a while?
I didn't know just
body to the forest
And fornicate with it but that's because I'm in love with you, cunt
I just wanna talk, and conversate
'Cause I usually just stalk
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
bare feet
Throw in that Van Morrison CD
Chip away little by little till you find your groove
I'll pick up some take-out
We can just hang out
Levi's
got him by the balls
She has got him by the balls
My weird little brother James
And his ex-girlfriend
They would talk in those ridiculous voices
Hello, yeah
Little homie, in the room
In, in the room, boy on the moon
(Had-had no one) No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but just about
Except for an accosional letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said
he learned that you just take and take and never give
And I was just a victim that was captured by your smile
What I thought would be heaven is hell
of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying
In my bed until the dawning of the day
And the dreams I had were red and gold
And the little stream became
now I really need a beer with my friends
Don't get me wrong I try to keep my heart right
I talk to Jesus just about every night
I call my mama
at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his
us.
We're all workin' on the same sweet song,
You better get ready, by Jesus.
He'll never leave us,
Standin' in the middle of a road,
With a load
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven and she's Daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
Wild thing!
Should've known better
With a girl like you
You satisfied my every need
What a little heartbreaker
You turned out to be
Prettiest
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
I wandered down the pathway, through the misty moor
Like I knew he did a thousand times before
Voices seem to echo "come talk with me a while
Just
with you (I wanna walk with you)
I wanna talk with you (I wanna talk with you)
But it's up to you to say "Come on baby"
If you don't hurry up I'll go
When I get a little money
I'm gonna buy a fishing boat
But it's only an excuse
Just to sit and talk with you
I'm gonna buy us a fishing boat
You can't
me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I
he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk
Like my shadow he just tagged me around
Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over
will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
CHORUS
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have
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