again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
Legit) The highest niggaz in the industry you high like me B Legit? (it's all you Yuk.) The highest niggaz in the industry an when you see us backstage
It Away! Recycle It! Stop! Think about it. Don't Throw It Away! Recycle It! Apple, aluminium, Glass, plastic bottle, Cd case, sneakers. A computer. Uh, piano
put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later mass Gotta drop till your praying nigga You ain't a player hust a frail nigga I'm the slayer
you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do All excited over these football players and baseball players Whassup? You
play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know that you can
to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can'
and Rome He walked unannounced through my dressing room door And then from a case, if you will He pulled out a Winchester pre-64 And said,"Are you ready
appreciate it if you would leave -- right now. About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, About a maid I'll sing a song Who didn't have
you leave her now Your never gonna see her again Now she's gonna need a shoulder to cry on She's gonna need a friend She's gonna need a pillow case
Did you take your mother's name So you could sleep easily She took you back too late And now you never even call Did you take that money drawer While
is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me, my friends and my family Are as far from this city as Washington Square So cover this warm night in a
The case was pulled from under the bed She made a call to a sympathetic friend and made arrangements The door was closed, there was a note I couldn?t
, failed lives Cops and robber car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos
down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly
the freedom of a blank stare. You're one with the best friend you lost, You wish was still there. You're one with the dust on that old piano. You're