Lyrics:
next to me said, "Friend, I see
That's a mighty fine box you've got"
He seemed kind of friendly
So I asked him the time of day
I heard him laughing
Then
revisiting
You know, Miles Davis records
And stuff like that
And Joey sometimes brings in some
Donavan dave sometimes brings a-
There's a big Rush box set
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise
bad times mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
Risqué lil' hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my M's gettin' wired
My own rims for every time we tried
I'm sensei and senseless, same time
Two
anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver nine I'll bust
Niggas fond of us, we the kind that rush
Those that hold back, takin' your whole stack
Grimy street
And, by the way, I need something for my woman
Sure, I got guy packets Cool, give me some of em
Now let me tell you how to take it:
Either sit of lie
like a seed in a grape she's smooth as marble skin
When I see her I believe I'm a real young guy
And every time I go to work I think I might die if I
Ran up at Chemical
The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
Everybody hit the floor, guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
the world
Catch her gettin' busy, bitch wouldn't stop
She's the kind of girl that'll make your toes pop
Every time I used to see her, I would know what's
You look just like how I'ma be
Sacred geometry
In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
Three angels in kind, on time, go straight,
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise
on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me,
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
bucks will roll
In, and, most importantly, power will be
Maintained by the groovy guy
(or gal) who gets the most media
Coverage for his sleaze naturally
Again we start let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's HERE and everybody's
I've been around a while
I know wrong from right
Learned a long time ago
Things ain't always black and white
Just like you can't judge a book by
I've been around a while
I know wrong from right
Learned a long time ago
Things ain't always black and white
Just like you can't judge a book by
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fu-ing just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
I say?
By the next year I'd try any route just for novelty's sake
I was cursed with a thirst that no single township could slake
Oh, at the wheel
Discuss these any kind of guy by big time rush Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In