Lyrics:
regrets I'm blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away
Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way back
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
or
Other rudeboys from E5, E8, E15 and E13 or
N13 or W3 or SW9 and SE3 or
The way I get down on the track's too real
You're looking for the top boy? yeah
on time
But baby I'm switchin' to another line
So honey, never hang your single out for me
I'm tired of running on the same old track
Bought a one way
I'd have written it down, the way that things played out
When she was kissing him, how I was confused about
Now she should figure it out, while I'm
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
down
I put it down
Why destroy what you love
Look around
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found
Why it all come
unwind, it will soft to beyond
Catch the track, track by trac, get a map to track a trail
You will find yourself behind, for a map does not prevail
See
Yeah, I'm always here till closin' time.
I'm a Lonesome Fugitive:
(Liz Anderson - Casey Anderson)
Down every road there's always one more city
Thank you
With the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
Instead of asking you, "Nan can I go out?"
Standing on road
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
the phone
The moon's shining down on orchard road
And I'm feeling like a schoolboy again
And tonight
I'll see you in my dreams of orchard road
door neighbor wanna relocate, uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time
Black sheeps son
the doors
You want to try to match my whits with yours
Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
This track is the third hit, that's for sure
Beat thick
going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see the road with tears in his eyes
He could barely see the sign that
my baby
If you pullin' out the strap better spray it
That my brother on the track we related
I'm pullin back on you niggas, big faces
Yeah I act
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
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