beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig
bitch I bogart Hook Verse 3: Never Check it out, You gotta pimp a bitch Gotta put a bitch down on How to go make that cash Creep in slick, get up and dig
'Cuz it's wrong 'Cuz it's wrong Sang my song, stuck out my tongue, girl's strung Sweatin' among 'em was a hon', "Got a man but we're not gettin' along
it alright, to turn our heads the other way made it seem like we could try to hide from all. well i'm sorry and i know this hole we dig for ourselves
dawn to head on back there to the place where me and her will always be now I got my Sunday vest and I'm headed out that door dig my fingers deep in
of dawn to head on back there to the place where me and her will always be now I got my Sunday vest and I'm headed out that door dig my fingers deep in
[Verse 1] Uh Check out the flava I got you strung out like Kayta Catch me on ??? Just can not fate her Later for all you whack MC's Claim to be my friend
shirt [mayday] they say that hes gone berserk sometimes when I wanna shut out this world wanna rip up this page wanna pour out this heart wanna get
' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We
have been in New York back in '60. Hey, wasn't I a star there for awhile? But New York messed up my head. Got strung out on reds. Bobby Dylan went
said "a week, maybe two, Just until my skin turns brown Then I'm going home to California" California I'm coming home Oh will you take me as I am Strung out
way to calm the angry voice And all I really want is deliverance Do I wear you out You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out I'm
Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig
searching for the same note Oh please, I know butterfly wings ain't fit to auction Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung Skylark litigants strung out
blindfolded down Snake Hill The pick, the sickle and the shovel done got you puzzled The blind, deaf and dumb, locked up, and dig them out the rubble
the hood, send mo' troops [Kastro] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under
