Lyrics:
she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box
I been gettin' tired of fuckin'
And I'm tired of being tired, shit, fuck it
Everyday I ball out,
started with a word
And it started pretty well
About a rare and fragile bird that I couldn't even spell
On the table
I think I left it on the table
I found
drive
I'm nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table
Eventually you'll, too, gather dust like the rest of us
Left out to rust
So tell me
a compliment
Take a rest with me
After a long day
Foots on the table
Don't take them down down down
Don't take them down
Is it your parents...
Or just
'Cause not much has changed 'round here
For awhile
For as long as I dare to think
Of you sitting around a table
Coffee or wine?
Signing up with
The house is full of life
Life is change
Even death is not stable
The house is full of whatever I bring to the table
If there is no supper,
Rose is smoking a clove cigarette
And it takes me back to your summer dress
And that green plastic table with those green plastic chairs
And you'd
the table's wet
Soft breath rises from the bed
A thousand question marks over my head
Turn on the tube but there's nothing new
The usual panic in red,
to know, got to know, got to know now!
I, I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!
I want to love you, I want to love and treat, love
Hands on the table, oh yeah
You killed my uncle back in eighty-three
Guns on the table, oh yeah
You killed my daddy back in ninety-three
I seen
I heard you reserved a silver table
To outrun the Florida June
I heard you reserved a silver table
Where you planned to cut me loose
Was it
Aldo's standing at his table
And he's wondering if he's able
To pick the number right this time
He watches as the wheel stops spinning
Sees
Break into the diners at midnight
Every light is out but the moonlight
Miss me at the table as you hobble on
Pretend I'm the one you still love
on the table
In the end we're all the same
Where's the compassion in the world today?
Yeah, we're all the same
Until we find another way
This is our war
hell yes
If you're dancing up on tables
You go you go, you got it girl
Say that you're unstable
You go coco, you got it girl
Dancing up on tables
A lot of bad behavior
I would see (I is said like ah?)
Glasses on the table
One, two, three
Only you and me
Wearing nothing
In the lap of luxury
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
He begins his quiet
Mauritania to Wellsdon Green
Truth is faster than a laser beam
Cross the table and the seventies
Is coloring, coloring everything
With a mirror
your game together
Before a nigga gotta teach you some table manners
Like Kokane said â??To all you suckers get your mother fucking
Knuckles off
hustle, 'cause the table's lookin' thin now
Stress ridden as he walks his little sister
to her preschool, which is up the road just a few miles
Back
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64
on the receiver,
I opened the door and you walked in,
The scent of wild jasmine,
The room seemed to freeze in time,
My regular table will be just fine,
It's a table for a magic show
I'm getting up from off my knees
The guilt is gone and I can finally breathe
But there is not a plan for me
You're
no plans anymore except to go away
The table's set and now the guests will be here soon
Lying for a living, I guess that's what I do
You got to get
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