Lyrics:
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four, know how it go
Two by the foot, two by the headboard
Man, I'm getting scared for them (yeah
didn't stop for seven red lights
I jumped into water that's fifty degrees
I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas
I've stayed in the woods for a week
Maria)
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
be inning
You gotta beginning to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Busters get
want his friends to see him cry
He knew the day was dawning
And I didn't have a chance to say goodbye
In this life I loved you most of all
What
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
Land in my twenty foot divan
All you got to do is be true, so let's correspond
Satisfy your emotions
Hot off ah di press, instantly she buss
She nuh
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That
like a charred foot
In a burnt out factory
You insist that I split
Cast me into the pit with the others
So many of them down there
Now it's so
I'm insane
In search of fame, won't hurt to change
Followin' the foot steps of past dealers
Equipped with ski masks, no witness as we blast squealers
Down by the Jordan, it's early in the morning the sun is in the sky
All the people pass by there's magic in the air,
Some stop to stare at a man
on "this man's army"
they were old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
gravy
on "this man's army"
They were old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
Gravy
see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me
the time
I see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl
on "this man's army"
they were old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
gravy
Land in my twenty foot divan
All you got to do is be true, so let's correspond
Satisfy your emotions
Hot off ah di press, instantly she buss
She nuh
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