be like, "Excuse me...oops, never mind" "I didn't see your sign." It's like before my wife and I moved from Texas to California our house was full of boxes
more, "Daddy you're lying? "You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you ain't leaving no more, daddy, you're mine" She's piling boxes
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
Well, well Hey little boy you're not allowed to stay You have to evolve inevitably And I've sure come a long way The road up ahead is so unclear Back
, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces
Well, I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on
Dappy turn my mike up Today is the day that I'm gonna tell Just a little 'bout myself All of these haters they don't understand me They can't touch the
want Plus I'll be taking your TV Put on your jammers and don't wet the bed I got a camera I'll take a picture and show that little girl you like Sarah
is safe from. In search of a brain surgeon, a great one. Wait, it ain't funny man it's urgent, I need one. Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun,
here under the ground Dig me up, broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up 60 sluts, all of them dyin' from asphyxia After they sip piss through Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes
'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes Yo, jostlin' these cats while Little
Just for niggaz actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes
Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma
? No one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon A great one Wait, it ain?t funny man It?s urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
curtains What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little
your baby a dream (Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love) Damn, I'm trippin' 'cause I never really felt like this To me women used to be only fuck boxes
even got the check in on him damn But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him, damn Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further
't love like you and me, ah Some folks live in little boxes Underneath the railway station Some folks live in little boxes What a way to run a nation