Doctor's wired my jaws together now I'm locked in the bedroom away from the food so I lie on my back in the dark in the nude I can't eat no more I got
If I don't wake in the morning Write I'd never slept a night alone, In arial on my headstone Recast me for my own parts I'm an atom off a star In
My heart is empty. Your eyes are dark. Once we were hungry, Now we are full. These chains that bind us, Can't beat these chains. If love is shelter,
morning cartoons and Kung-Fu Main street roots tonic with the dreds A beef patty and some coco bread Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my
over your head That's what it's all about (word up) Get up in the morning and I take a bath Count my cash and Wash my ass and Think about the days when
KATE: Mornin'mornin' Have a good day MIKE: Hey hey hey KARLA: Mornin' hi Hooray ROBERTA: Mornin? Hi first day of school Hooray BUCK: Mornin' mornin' Hi
morning light paces the fog and cuts through my window like laughter into sorrow makes the movement and stir into the day this is nothing more than just
So quit actin' like a bitch if my pocket's gettin' bigger I'm pimpin' out my game like greedy told me in de mack Alwayz watchin' my back, with my godamn
's go To paradise, Jack Paradise, Jack Let's go Let's go To paradise, Jack Paradise, Jack I got the sorrow I got the smile I got a box under the stars Shoes on my
her to come home Pretty soon I started drinking, tryin' hard to keep from thinking Just how much I loved the first Mrs. Jones It was cold and dark one morning
my pillow and a hand like we freakin' Creepin' deep into morning peepin' out the weak While they yawnin' and let my cloud speak for it's self No doubt outlaw, outta my
fly jackets from Carlos at the mall Or be in King Domes poppin' bottles in the park Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after dark Wolf pack gang
I found the words to say How much I'm grateful For my life today 'Cause under every cup You might find a nut Behind every corner You might get jacked
that I was born I got my first Mohawk at the age of one, Stole my old man's razor and then the job was done I got a leather jacket at the age of two
of energy treat them like my enemy Watching niggers... lemons strike me in the seat I'm gonna take one who is my thang Crub in the bitch bubble to my
Everyone's doin' that rag Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
the ground breathing. Chorus Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness Like a morning wife
Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu Main street roots tonic with the dreds A beef patty and some coco bread Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my