Lyrics:
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
But nobody ever comes by anymore
Nobody ever calls
Most days she sits and just stares
At the windows and walls
Windows and walls
Children all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
the window,
I don't need this useless dribble,
From you it's for you,
From you indulged by innocence.
Look up outside the window,
I don't need this useless
Every drunk motherfucker stumbling home from last call
I can see you from my third floor window
I can see you from my third floor window
But they can't
the fishermen catch the fish
I wanna help the fish get away from the fishermen
CHORUS
He went away and I'm here by the window
Trying to catch a glimpse
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
the flame that you fan
in my disaster ego
Unsecured by lock and key
temptation for a thief to see
From the window behind your house
From the window behind
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
back of us
All just waiting to order
There's some idiot in a Volvo
With his brights on behind me
I lean out the window and scream
Hey, Whatcha tryin
should leave today, fly away
Why, oh why should I stay like the cat in the window
Who keeps watching the birds
Go by from the window
If I could fly
should leave today, fly away
Why, oh why should I stay like the cat in the window
Who keeps watching the birds
Go by from the window
If I could fly
from a tap
Degradation in my neighborhood
celebrate the current state of hate between the acres, separated by the paper
Goods, water, food, schools
an uptown pimp
Windows, brim low, with the window tint
Pockets full of money, no room for lint
Please don't run up, please don't attempt
You were a bitch back
starts to race
A chilling presence, the man outside my window
His pale face, ugly ass nigga
I hear strange whispers, carried by the wind
Cries from
they give em all the shmoney
I'm looking through my window hell yeah I can see you
Fuck pull yourself up by yo boot straps
If you know you enemies you'll
that will never be
Dishes piled high in the kitchen sink
There she sits by the window
Maybe if she stays she'll see him arrive
Praying that her love can
Tip toe, by the window, by the window, that is where I'll be
Come tip toe, through the tulips with me
Don't be afraid of the monster in your closet
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
you got yo life
So you worry bout yo issues
Who's that peeking in ma window
Where I'm from we don't tolerate no looky loos
Who's that peeking in ma
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