: Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
: As I stand by your flame I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you
Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feeling
Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
As I stand by your flame I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights
Did you ever wake up to find A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through
You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move, child You gotta move Oh, when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You may be high You may be low
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women
Here I lie in my hospital bed Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that I
[Ice Cube] If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz
The boy said my names Johnny And you ain't smoked nothing yet One hit of this grass will kick your a@@ You got yourself a bet Johnny roll a ball of
(feat. The Game, W.C.) [Ice Cube] If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers
the population's out the loop You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van, X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked
Music: Ulrich Roth Lyrics: Ulrich Roth Well, sitting on a stone, Sitting all alone, Sticky things are rolling down the mountain. Well, see the lonesome