Lyrics:
the network
Killing all my hours - lifeless scroll-work
Decorated lifes - trash, petty artwork
Eating big techs carrots, do the donkeywork
I'm the blockhead,
A night out in the tropics,
Turned out I couldn't cope.
After the School of Fancy Cookery
With Antoinette Pope.
I learned brazing and saucing,
I juh brought your girl some flowers
She like to smoke on the sour
Said you'd be back in an hour
Hit then she hopped in the shower
Your girl in love
Between the bed sheets.
And we can play these games for hours,
But we can't play them forever,
After I leave,
You'll only speak, to my answering machine
Like a baby goes for candy that's the way I went for you
It's a wonder I'm still livin' after all you've put me through
It would take a mighty
No, don't go and say my name
Right after you've done kissed her
I knew we'd never be the same
Come on, come on cold winter
We threw us in the air
How Soon Is Now
How soon is now
I wanna know that I make it some how
And after that
I wanna know you better than now
I know no one
Then it came to me
A message that flew down my spine
I guess we're only human after all
Not paradise found but we can paradise now
We'll make do with
keep that shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about
After selling out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in
voting, that's power
Rome wasn't built in just an hour
Can you hear me, do I need to speak louder
Christopher Columbus ain't the only one founder
They don't
I looked out my window, as the rain comes down
Wondering why my eyes, canu0027t match what I see
Itu0027s been hours since my heart has made a sound
Riding 'round in the midnight hours
Got no sense of the time right now
Driving slow with the music loud
Man I love it
Help me help you unwind
With
Pancakes taste better after 3
You should've probably just drove me home
But we can't do this on our own so
Come on stay up a little longer with me
Till
and the beer don’t sweat
Bout’ a quarter mile off the highway
Happy hour starts at 4:58, on
Chorus
Friday in my driveway
Slip in on the downhill slide day
3
and riding benches
Niggas riding waves and riding benches
Find me on my final hour being a bachelor
I'm taking hip-hop in the hand
And my plan is to love
fly again
Chasing down the rainbow's end
In the frozen hour of the darkest night
We can find the light
After all the innocence is gone...
Patrol.
I'm the Highway Patrol, the Highway Patrol,
my hours are long, and my pay is low.
But I'll do my best to keep you driving slow,
I'm just
was in high school
I'd wake up in the mornin' after I took a shower
I'd put on a non-lubricated condom
'Cause it could be on at any hour
In my
Well, I think I'm in Kansas, maybe Missouri
The truth is I really ain't sure
But I've been in this van going on fifteen hours
My back and my butt,
the last bread crumbs two hours ago
I'll sleep walk for now
To a place where I know
A love that swallows my tongue
And wakes me slow
Never ready to go after
lotta ice, 24's on my whip
You can all take a trip, the after party
Thirty two room mansion and ten garages
Make a home flick, how them real menages
You keep going to the early hours of Sunday, you keep going til you got work on the Monday
And everywhere I see everyone in their seats, sitting in
The Taste
It went
From sweet to sour
Not a day not an hour
Not a second too soon
Your swollen stomach had you hungry for a hollowing
The acid rising
Day by day I feel you coming closer
Round a corner to escape my fate
Hour by hour I see it getting darker
Before I know it it will be too late
I ran,
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