Lyrics:
Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
fit in with what you do
But you don't notice, purgatory for your closest, I want you
I sit under the table wait for you to grace me with a
Crumb
with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't
seekin' hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub see still claimin' that Maad Circle gang and
Smokin' dank
crumbs from your table
You call this comfortably normal
But I call it getting by
Baby, it's a fine line
I'm holding on, you're holding back
Baby, it's
the railroad tracks
I got a table for two way in the back
Where I sit alone and think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of a neon
with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
to conquer pain
You must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold
The cripple here that you clothe
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
to conquer pain
You must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold
The cripple here that you clothe
the railroad tracks
I got a table for two way in the back
Where I sit alone and think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of a neon
hungry for your love
But you, you ain't able
All you want to give me
Is the crumbs off the table, ah
What you been doin'?
Who you been wooin'?
Tell
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
licks
WC:
Hatas steppin' to me, they want to get some
But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get wit'
your son
To mend a covenant broken
Even the dogs eat from the crumbs Of the master's table
I may not be the choicest
But I'm here
Willing and able
By
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
and stars, life of a rich thug
Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs
To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs
How would she know unless she hit
Can I have a taste of your ice cream
Can I lick the crumbs from your table
Can I interfere in your crisis
No, mind your own business
No, mind
I just took your picture off the table
And I just took your picture off the wall
Hide from you anywhere I'm able
But there's one place I can't
She's got dinner on the table at seven
The kids are tucked in bed by nine-fifteen
And she's headed for a hotel at eleven
To meet a man her family's
What will the birds do, mother, in the spring
When they stop to gather crumbs around the door
Will they fly from the trees half as nice with glee
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