Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Law men has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home Oh Mama, I can hear you a crying you're so scared and all alone Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long...
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand...
You take it on the run baby If that's the way you want it baby Then I don't want you around I don't believe it Not for a minute You're under the gun so you take it on the run You're thinking up your white lies You're putting on your bedroom eyes You say you're coming home but you won't say when But I can feel it coming If you leave tonight keep running And you need never look back again
I've had enough of the falseness Of a worn out relation Enough of the jealousy And the intoleration I make you laugh And you make me cry I believe it's time for me to FLY.......
I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools I've watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you live the role
Drinkin dark whiskey, tellin white lies, one leads to another on Saturday night. Don't you cross your heart and hope you die
Ohh, I fear nothing No thing fears me Justice has different hats for different days Please release my anger Love thy neighbor Put that pain some good use anyway
Excuse me? No, I believe the proper term's excuse you I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to Excuse me, I tell them they're excused What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves And I, run the game even when they bend the rules I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues And uh, excuse me, may I be excused? Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose
I keep my dreams inside my dreams And if I had a time machine I'd probably use it like a vacuum and try to clean
Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers And Imma be dope all the way to the end From the cradle to the grave, the pampers to the depends
So what, we get drunk... So what, we smoke weed... We're just having fun... We don't care who sees... So what, we go out... That's how it's supposed to be... Livin' young, and wild, and free...
i hope you get a paper cut on your tongue from a razor in a paper cup i hope every soda you drink already shaken up i hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun i hope your titties all saggy in your early 20s i hope theres always snow in your driveway and you never get off on fridays and you work at a fridays thats always busy on fridays i hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket i hope its ben and socrates poop all up in your kitchen i hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck and your headphones short, and your charger don't work
Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you doooooo. Homeboy had the ugliest nose tho..