Lyrics:
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
I'll pull up in that black truck and i'll wild out
Wild out open up the them back doors let them guys out
Guys out I only fuck with them type niggas
locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
team
Yours
I lost my pride
Alright
I pray to god
Without having to die
Get on the bus
Fix that tie son
Talking suicide
Mmhmm how fucking rad
Talking
you're talking about
That poor, beaten, dehumanized
Discriminated-against guy
In some blighted Tobacco Road
Down in the South
He's certainly in the market
shadow, any roads
Waiting, waiting by the silent phone
I draft my next apology
Burn my letters once they're read
Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
riding the fence
Why can't I commence
The next part of the story
I don't know the answer
Do you know yours? Of course I know you're
Listening with a heart
tryna push this shit all the way in
Save it no point talking that blade shit
Fiends at the door they better be patient
Just linked my cat he's black
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her - on my door
In the evening when the sun
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her - on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
calls me on the telephone
Baby, I'm all alone
By the time I count, one to four
I hear that woman on my door
And In the evening when the sun goes
to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of
The caliber of discounts
Indicated by the presence of
A heart-shaped object in your community
Hey kid, look at you! Right
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her [KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK] on my door
In the evening when the sun
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
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