Lyrics:
Written by James Raymond
look up my friend, see how the story ends
There's nowhere to run to and nothing to stop you
And no one to hold you down
behind the counter, serving coffee to James Dean
[Chorus]
[LFO]
On my way to Garden City, on my way to anywhere
A guy named Patrick gives me
like she needed a good fkdown
I was like damn momma you like ecstasy
Like James Brown I wanna get in
To it like a sex machine
I said yeah I'm feelin
Alright, let me start off by saying this one is another one of our fucking perverts Jamez
This one's for you
Fuck you James, you a pussy anyway
I
tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
It's more or less everything I need
Why would anybody ever wanna leave?
c 1989 McJames Music
Written by Steve McClintock, Tim James, Harold Payne
the black night
Just like snow
Patrick, man, let me in, please open the door
I think I fucked up, Patrick
Really fucked up, man, i'm not sure
I got
It's way darker this time
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
share a fraction of your time
If I could grant you peace of mind
Would that be enough?
Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay
bra off of a twenty
Pink 10s Patrick Patrick ya hear me
I'm Riding wit James wit James serving Brittney
They tryna sco I tell 'em let's get it
Ride thru
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
I tried to stay calm I attack when Im provoked
Enough of that shit grab life by the throat
No more james saint patrick bitch its time to be ghost
There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control
It's a funny thing but every time I'm near you
I
disappeared by secret government policies
The poor died and politicians fought over power
No one alive it was the end of this world
Prisoners of our time
every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
by the bishop's knee,
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if you give Hughie Graeme to me."
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord, and as of your
signs?
'Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, and that's that
like Purple Rain, red wine stain, Einstein's brain, John Coltrane
Deep like the Barry tones James Earl Jones, the profound sound that is Nina Simone's
Things go slower,
Things goes faster,
Time stays exactly the same.
I've done the physics,
I've checked the numbers,
I've looked at it again and again
There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul, snaps my control
Such a funny thing but every time your near me
I
time, make your pretty face ugly
Hands by your side, stop tryin' to touch me
Let me soak it in, breathe, you smellin' lovely
Kiss yo belly button,
Their dying wow, wannabes are crying now
He votes em out, time to throw in the towl
Shows based on reality, oh the humanity
Oh the these family shows,
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