Lyrics:
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along
I live on former glory, so long ago and gone
I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor
I'm numb from the neck down, I'm sorry
You won't know that I can't feel it
I can win a fuckin' Oscar
By the way I fuckin' hid it
And you'll never
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
guides
When my world was full of seven-legged cats
But here I am with eight more lives
I'm ready for the good times
I'm ready for the good times
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
said and
Healed from what my daddy did and
I wanna live and not read that page again
Imagine me, being free
Trusting You totally, finally I can
leavin' lit up my scoreboard
I usually make it through side A sober
All bets are off when I flip her over
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
I'm havin'
lives in it
There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
from one to four,I hear him (her) on my door.
In the evening when the sun does down,
When there is nobody else around,
He (she) kisses me and he
youngins say keep it going
All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three piece
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
Out of town from Houston and Memphis
And I never gave a fuck and I never did
Fuck with y'all so I kept my distance
Just me and my day-ones
45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never
Know it 'till I'm gone
From out the gutter where
The jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass
fashion
And when I am feeling depressed
I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff
Stick my hat on and toddle up West
I'm Burlington Bertie, I
that door wide open
It tempted me
Hounding me
From the bedroom to the kitchen
Ruby dear
I'm still right here
Now they threw
The fox amongst
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead
with my afro, uh
Tell 'em meet me in the back though
And they better have my
Motherfuckin' cash flow
When I'm chillin' out in
Houston with the Astros
real, I'm real
('Cause before you know it, everything's gone)
Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you
Just make sure you call us back when you get
Losing my will to live
I'm only
Broken and beaten down
I'm only... I'm only
I've got to go this place is poison now
Now that you are gone and your
rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
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