another lazy day of "If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here" Hands of the clock give me a round of applause For getting out of bed
he's not, keep your hands off (If he's not, keep your hands, keep your hands off) So tonight I'm gonna get him Got a rendezvous at seven (Rendezvous
looking at his face Get out of this misery Get him outta this place Kill yr boyfriend He's a heartless swine Beating you all the time Get your gun and
Im comin Im comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwed Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe those hoes out to get ya for everything but Im out
pay I'm usin' my past for inspiration, when I was broke I had dreams an' aspirations influenced by hope I get up, get out an' get it while I can 'Cause I might get
and scratch my back clock tells me it's nearing three no place that i'd rather be what a lazy lazy life this is swooning from your kisses feeling lazy
andahgroun Y?u don?t get fi know your way around Inglan is a bitch Dere?s no escapin it Inglan is a bitch Dere?s no runnin? whey fram it Mi get a lickle
that blood out and get back up on your feet You called me, I was there on some candyman shit Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch Hurt
I woke up got my lazy ass out of bed I watered all the rocks growing in my head I had a thought, and fell asleep on you And there I was somewhere west
the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth,
turn out the light spiders in your bed what's that you said can't rest here smoke the little ones desperate fear a cheap thrill, sleeping pill go get your
a wall You get a certain sensation of reality When you take a look through your memory book You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity The crazy things your
heaven But that's where he get's his pork pie Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy Rugby and cricket's unknown Baseball and football they're making him lazy Your
to get fucked in your dirty butt You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin Shut your fuckin mouth and you'll be out by the mornin Cause I'm the
than a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away W/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again Aloud, you get the point No food w/out fuel's gain I'll be,
here Mama rushed all of us out of the room into the hallway About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes She called out to me "Patches, patches get
you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads? Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your
, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get