Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
The problem with April Is the problem with May Is the problem with June and July It's the problem with all of the months Since you said goodbye The problem
I've read quite a few of the books that you see High on the shelves of this tall library They teach me how to think But now I think too much Much too
Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights
It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble Say man, she don't stop, she
Black Jack whiskey straight Every day changes your life You got that look that you know you're real bad Yeah, baby, you're right Everybody loves you
the trouble with mics is... I've forgotten like a million times to turn back on my microphone for princes solo (playing in atlanta...unsuccessfully)
Should have been different, but it wasn't different Was the same old story, dear John and so long Should have fit like a glove, should have fit like a
The bright light is lying down The earth and the sea and the sky Is at rest with the ocean And the days go by They go into the seas that have no shores
No attorneys, to plead my case No opiates, to send me into outer space And my fingers are bejeweled With diamonds and gold but that ain't Gonna help me
When love goes wrong, nothing goes right Days last so long, long, long, long, long Makes lonely nights It's a moonlight sky, a hot July, a rainy day
Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from
Since you've been gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil Oh
Well, how much blues do you use Before you use it up And how many fools take a chance Before they hit it lucky Tomorrow's wanna be the day It never seem
god i feel i 'm coming alive inside your soul every time you open a door its like your opening my eyes . release the end cause lord i 'm dieing with pride
I'm steady tryna find a motive (Motive) Why I do what I do? Freedom ain't gettin' no closer (Closer) No matter how far I go My car is stolen (Stolen)
Oh yeah, S.P. the Ghost, I'm back Y'all know how I do You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen
Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test