Lyrics:
windshield
Outside of the motel
Is in the pocket of my old gig bag
From back when life was more soft shelled
Letters littered with little lewd pictures
Let me tell you a story about Kokovoko
The island where I come from
The beaches are littered with rotten coconuts
And there are pieces of old
nothing he ever thought about
He couldn't drive through or shoot his way out
As he surveys the family room littered with dolls
He can't find one leg
The road I have traveled on
Is paved with good intentions
It's littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were
kangaroos are littered on the shoulders
A possum Jackson Pollock is painted in the tar
Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us
My
You've got call waiting
It's irritating me to no end
I take a shot, your hall of fame is
Littered with famous, women and men
You've got 'em all
treaties
Littered the road I was on swingin'
I couldn't hold shit with cold fingers
In other words, niggas don't feel you, really (what a friend indeed)
all day on the CB
Winnebago Warrior
Littered campgrounds, folding chairs
Feed Doritos to the bears
Honey, quick, the Polaroid
Winnebago
of the past
And each and every advance is more costly then the last
A president's madness, responsible for losses
Political forces, land littered with corpse
doubting his outing
Now the same cellar is littered with Rome's homeless bang
Style of that new sensation seems jealous when it notices the stake's
to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed
ohoh
So raise your glass my friend, ohoh
The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh
Hellraisers to the end
"The rose garden is already littered with my
The lawn is dead
Dogs and cats are stinking everywhere
She said we had crazy parties every night
The yard is littered with bottles and cans
Skateboards
corners covered in lead
And littered with the bones of the unknown and the spiritually dead, yet
I came back again like I been here before
To slay all
scorned your maker
Neon trees are littered
Strangling the passing season
The old baron, too tall for the weak to survive
A carnal howl silenced
It
crowding my day
no time for good manners, do what I say
If your not here to help, then your just in the way
The road is littered with the faint of heart,
the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain,
art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon
loves not, I done ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain, an homage to my
and majesty in the
Moment you chose to own wholeness
So bogus the coach is doubting his outing
Now the same cellar is
Littered with Rome's homeless bang
Style
less travelled
Is littered with potholes and booby traps
'Te is more than hot flows and booty raps
But, niggas who missed their shot
Can't seem to handle
bombs and guns, the troops have come to extinguish the light
I'd rather not go wild tonight, but I must save myself
On a field littered with corpses
with pockets full of crumpled up money and
A mantelpiece littered with bills
'cause at least a house when it's empty
Stays clean
the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs
Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess
Outwielded
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