a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
half the road Bit fragments of some kid's phone And a white bouquet on a traffic cone And there's the man with four cans of super tea Having heated conversations With those I can't even
A strange boy is weaving a course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard through midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think, he's foolish and childish
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?", "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
Shoots up through the stony ground But there's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
Dress my naked air and head the fuck up outta here fightin' traffic Lookin' back I gotta turn around And I feel this day to be a good one of plenty even
and will always be, the only answer). girls like to hold hands; i had my life squeezed out once or twice, so let's call it even...and well-balanced,
, and will always be, the only answer girls like to hold hands i had my life squeezed out once or twice so let's call it even...and well-balanced like
' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues
probably laugh. i'm so relaxed. warm like blood. layin' on my back in the sun-dried mud. there's no point in even trying to get up. i got my eyes glued to the blue
up love You know Jigga man resume, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue
you could steal in Pop over the wall in the middle of the night Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes And into that cool blue You're not even dipping
lochs on, the sun ain't even beaming You ain't even tryin' to see I'm full of dat shit I'm in the room wit' something nasty, big, fine and sassy On top that girl be actin', she even
need a few mil Even if it means you kill You resting in peace i rest in blue steel Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant
here blind Nigga feelin' all around, trying to find a righteous path It's appealin' when I rhyme So everytime I hit the masses, you know the common folk Blue
A strange boy is weaving A course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard Thru midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think he's foolish and childish And
Good evening Philadelphia I can`t believe what I just said I got up again Like a monkey And I raged right through the set We went outside Into an autumn
love you She ran back up the road she'd always take And then she stopped to catch her breath There in the distance the traffic honked and roared The evening