Lyrics:
jammed DONT make ah sound we n dis bitxh w ah hunnit rounds he play or mug we gun him down , I den xame down ahhh lonnggg road ppl da reason my hearttt
doesn't wanna start
What you mean it won't start
It doesn't wanna fucken start
Focken julle
The doors are all jammed. I think they're all locked bra
I'm not
get jammed
I been steppin' over things I used to trip on
Now I'm wearing this V lone I cannot sit down
Louis V up on my shirt I gotta stand out
He ain't
or something
Got my foot in the door
Brodie jammed him or something
I'm on ten when I'm talking
Ugh, ten when I'm walking
Man he Peter Pan
He don't ever land
take an heat, tell me, am I still in it
Can't cap on my position, even when it's hard, I gotta feed my gist
On the road with them bows, if I get jammed
more jammed no more crammed
No more jammed in this emptiness
With the kitchenette it was
1952
In a room with my own view
Who needs Virginia Woolf
But it
ho, match it
Lando, magic
Bitch ran through, nasty
He ain't him, capping
Bland bitch, catfish
Jammed him, practice
Damn damn bitch, nagging
Stamped him,
(Shae OT) grrah, grrah-grrah, like
EBK, DOA when I step, like grrah-grrah, like
Oh, he tried to run on his mans?
Let it blam, then it jammed
Shit
jammed up with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, 'til you lose your patience
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Whoa
the preacher, a-makin' his call
He said, "kind friend, this may the end
And you've got your last chance at salvation of sin"
The churches was jammed
jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls calling long distance salvation
Hey mister deejay won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver
traps filled with soul crusaders
The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders
And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars
As you jockey
the open, you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am
Every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh
on the edge of the world
Living on the edge of the world
Radio's jammed with gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mister deejay
wedding gown
And you said, "I must confess I want to get undressed and go to bed"
With that I jammed, you fool you married me instead
Now morning,
jammed up with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, 'til you lose your patience
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Whoa
flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another
the open, you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am
Every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh
came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked
wedding gown
And you said, "I must confess I want to get undressed and go to bed"
With that I jammed, you fool you married me instead
Now morning,
to know!
You keep me in jail and you lock me in prison,
Your hospital's jammed and your crazyhouse full,
What made your cop kill my trade union worker?
the preacher, a-makin' his call
He said, "kind friend, this may the end
And you've got your last chance at salvation of sin"
The churches was jammed
three, four)
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left
traps filled with soul crusaders
The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders
And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars
As you jockey
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