had it up to here as she stares out the window you make out a sigh a tear rolls down her cheek she's in defeat lights on and lights out in her lonely
's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog Rabid, nigga, it's your son I'm down in your hole and your down You see Cita strait, mom strait Your mom
what I'm talkin' 'bout Them freaky freaks I heard on the loose, let ya pockets out Got trick *** watchin' your caboose with they wallets out You should
she stole her grand sons cd Your momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte Your daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it
have to say out loud To convince yourself that you're right Oh, it's just too bad You carry no conviction in your so-called revelations Your pedantic conversations shed no light
can't believe that I'm writing this down I can't believe I've got you in a song I don't want to be a whining girl I'd rather not be in your world I stole
the bank past the washer woman who was reading Jack Kerouac singing a song to the soon to be dead ?COVER YOUR EARS GIRL COVER THEM NOW? her signing it was out
can't do this to me. [Fred Casely] You get off! You touch me again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will
on a block mine on your own and then you let by your friends 'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz But when the cops is on the
to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your
body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
of opportunity Welcome to Nashville - your cab driver knows Alan Jackson Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are shoulder to shoulder Welcome to Nashville... We corssed against the light
guess she stole her grand sons CD Yo momma, tellin' you you need to be more like Little Wyte Yo daddy, askin' you how your gunna pay your bills and get
to me, only the family really know me Hip-hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi Through your television I'm shinin' light like a train Comin out like
I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit
at home You fix your hair And you're lookin' real pretty It's time to get it out on your own You're always fightin' With your mama and you papa Your
out loud To convince yourself that you're right Oh oh oh oh it's just too bad You carry no conviction in your so-called revelations Your pedantic conversations shed no light
[woman singing] You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking [x7: fading out] (man speaking) So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a
