Lyrics:
romantics
Has some twisted need to exist
Bridge
say you feel nothing when you see me
Say that where I walk ,flowers have grown
Say that I rocked your world
a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'cause now I see the chair rockin, but ain't nobody in it
The years are flying by without me
Sleeping on the job
No more tripping through the nighttime
Dilly dallying all the day
Can you tell me how to
Make
need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin' to me
Realizin' young buck you can't rock that
need to let me get behind your backbone
'Cause I'm the man for the job, let me work it
I won't waste no time, I'll make it worth it
One hundred
to do your job
Here we are again, tell me when you find your friends
Somewhere distant when you try to see in your mind
Oh now I need them, hey, where you
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
work
No matter where I go I try to get paid
They never give me the job 'cause they are afraid that
I'm a stick em up oh yea stick it
Rob the manager
and everything will be fine in the nick of time
Jobs are scarce so are you
Been running out of things to do
I said I miss you but not like this
And if you need
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you
Life
Life
I had a job, sold some drugs
Hatin' on me, I don't hold a grudge
High as fuck, rollin' up
You can't tell me shit, you don't know
And then you'll never see your kind and friendly faces
Here in the field, one by one, with our last bits of food
We're patiently waiting for the daybreak
Now I got you in the air, feels good to be alive
That's what happens when the pressure is applied
Waitin' at your job, 'bout a quarter past five
Take
left LA
I drive by the Plaza where the gay boys pose
Stand in their windows wearing no clothes
I heard the screams of the dying dark
Through
The rush I hate is the one that you love
Fingers crossed
(yeah) , crisscrossed, applesauce
Rugrats, writin' raps, quittin' jobs
Runnin' laps
Who was that
important meal of the day
And I’ma need that jolt to get up on my way
For a day that kicking my ass to to-rom-bay
The only way to make it through is think
soup--no rocks”
And I know all the lingo ‘cause I go there a lot
I wish I had me a real job like waiting tables
No more vans and travelling bands, I need
and not a need
somethings just happen because they have to be
I’m gonna get there, I’m telling you sir
I’m a man on a mission and I’m all about her
a necklace
What I really need is a job off Craigslist
Take away the dot com, name, love
Fans, twitter followers, and the buzz
See, you keep the issues but you
The summer's over but you'll never forget
The greatest time of your short life
It's electrifying, these trees are dancing
And I've got comfort by
ass in hock
Gotta couple good friends with helping hands
I need a brand new job with a health care plan
They closed the plant, they stole my job
good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I
The other one was a walking blow-job
And then there was this skinny girl...
Oh well...
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girls from
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