Lyrics:
peek, its really you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
peek, its really you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that
Feuding and fussing and a-fighting
Sometimes it gets to be exciting
Don't like them ornery neighbors down by the creek
We'll be plumb out
boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol on his lap, boy
Home run hitter, thought I was a batboy
Search warrant for the crib, you better get a map for it
Paid
run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
it's supposed to be
Oh girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours, faithfully
Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make
the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (and a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin'
to Wes's woman's place
Up she jumped and pistol whipped him kicked him in the face
And John Selman demands revenge for this disgrace
You could see every
set by the town
That lived up to it's blood-thirsty name
Some said the pistol, some said the shotgun
Some said the town was to blame
But some
Some two legged wolf would run away with you
So run 'em off, no use to talk all day
Run 'em off, they're tryin' to get you to play
Run 'em off and make
that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
And them geek
I got Rafs on (right)
And I'm runnin' outta shit 'cause I got Rafs on me (right)
Bitch, I'm runnin'
Bitch, I'm runnin'
We gon' run it up (bitch,
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
glands
(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg
With
Amber cascades all over today
Then we walk on a crooked catwalk
Only to be delayed
Bubbles of blue burst into two
Eaten up by the incoming tide
, run, run, run, runaway (play it, James)
I'm a-walking in the rain
Tears is falling and I feel the pain
Wishing you were here by me
To end this
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