Lyrics:
Shady)
Hi, my name is (what?)
(Excuse me) My name is (who?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Can I have the attention of the class for one second
twenty seven hours or more
In every working day
My hour to hour arrangements
Are a copmlicated squeeze
I do many things I have to do
In twos or even
long,
Remember?
Friends relate to the message at hand,
Prepare for the revelation 7, the final conflict.
I love you yes, I do.
I believe, I believe,
for yperite, a very nasty gas.
And zed's the final letter
And by final, I mean last.
OK, when you say zed,
For the benefit of our American friends
Smiles can be deceivin'
Even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't be even Steven
Should not believe in
Too late one of them slip it's my
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those who surround you
Well I have seen you
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
doesn't erase them
Looking back through the pictures on my phone
Maybe I was better off alone
Guess I gave out too many second chances
Too many second
of her friends
When old Casanova was a just love-sick pup
I'd already broke me so many hearts i could've started me a dump
'Cause i was known yeah
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Lookin' out at the road rushin' under my wheels
Lookin' back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In '65 I was seventeen and runnin' up
for protection
Your momma too, cause I like to mention
Whatever you could do or say inside a bed
Scott LaRock has done and most likely said
He
many, oh
Look at them, woah
Colors, colors, colors, colors
There's like a million red, blue and green
And that's just three
Two heads are better than one
And I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too "Brrr" to be a Hot Boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy
Yeah, I'm too cold to be a Hot Boy
I'm too
I get so mad at things that don't matter way too much
I let the way back when's and my old friends scatter like they were dust
I get to chasin'
out
We've been down this road too many times for me to count
And all I can think is how
I just want you to be normal
Why can't you bitches be
long,
Remember?
Friends relate to the message at hand,
Prepare for the revelation 7, the final conflict.
I love you yes, I do.
I believe, I believe,
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
wrong
Mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus)
Oh, I've been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window, for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second
for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window, for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second
friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand.
[Chorus]
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbour
There by the port just outside Amsterdam.
Everyone
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