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known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess

livin by a lawless rep 
With all due respect
Make this ya next song request now lets go

I just want to
Sit back and blow my Mary Jane
Feelin alright

Gimme the Car

Violent Femmes

Add It Up (1981-1993)

1993

gimme the car

I ain't no runt

come on girl gimme your...

cause I ain't had much to live for

I ain't had much to live for

why'know I ain't

on alcohol to save the day
But addiction never takes the pain away
I hope you know before you're in the grave, not too late to change
Your aura's talking hella

I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I

to niggas
All I had was dope on me and was riding round wit killas
Not an ounce of hope on me in that cage wit dem gorillas
Mom and dad was y'all role models

Twenty-five/eight Motherf**kers
Uh
Yea uh
We live in a world where dreams are filled with greed
It's all about what you want but not about what you

Moving Mary Jane then the caine now its rocked up
In my own lane I run this game so I put that cost up
These diamonds on my chain they aint plain

Yeah

Baby I'm a slave to the Mary Jane
I can't stop (Can't stop, can't stop)
Phone ring, plug callin' for the pay
I don't got (Don't got, don't got)

You see things dipped in Benaz's life when
Dad crashed his car lost minicab license
He picked fights with Ma
He'd drink nights at bars
Wished he had

Everything i spit straight fire
I'm above you like a hang glider
Go crazier than a live wire
I get everything i desire
I'm a princess and I never

I talk to mary-jane just so I can close my eyes
There's money on the phone
Said there's money on the line
Tell them boy don't waste my time
We

her addiction
She had the baby knocked out with a c section
She died giving birth to her wonderful blessing
The baby survived six pounds three ounces

Bill

Peggy Scott-Adams

Bill

knew, knew I build my world around you
I knew I had those feelings and I didn't want it to be
I thought by being with you, Girl I thought it would

base your self worth off the paper that's in your wallets
Seen priceless live taken by selfish greed and violence
Killers crossing the line cause nobody

that you're holding in your mind 
That it's possible

What is life?
We all do what we have to do
What is right?
Trying not to deflate my gratitude
Live

I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me

forward through cellophane
Same thing again
Economics books & pens
Dad's grown his shame
Cumberland by the five points
Grown up I see
That we often tried

At the top of his hill you got a dad who popped a lot of pills
Mans will get shot up for real but he's not one to steal
No respect, filled with

the dragon
Addictions a bitch
I was out here 
Mowgli in the mist of the mix
I was raised in the jungle 
It is what it is

With no dad around to teach me how

buy-polar, only money makes my mood change
Blue face hunnids by the bundle in the suitcase
'Cause I was raised in the jungle with a few apes
Every day, had

pills I just wondered how'd they feel
I seen my dad pop em all the time i knew this shit was trill
But I didn't know addiction was a thing that was for

Yeah, Iso for the kids
Yeah

This song will get the people talking
So everybody quiet, please settle down
It's apparent like a mom and dad
That this

“Jane"
Michael Zettler


Do you remember when we met?  You were so beautiful to me
But all that time's gone by and now I'm not so wonderful to you
I