didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the wonder, it's a hot day
old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I remember all the chordies we drove We used to play football all day
the bees and the birds And what began as pure and simple passion... love lust Quickly grew to deeper understanding, warmth and trust I've been singing love songs all day
I went to the country just the other day To see my Uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been since at last I'd passed his way
Doctor P-Funk or chronic blower Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker Hash burns in your pull out sofa This is my brain on drugs Move out my way cuz,
to my own And not be used, not be used To find the fundamental truths It was going to take some time Thirty five summers down the line The wisdom of each passing
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... [HOOK: Paulissa Morgan] Check out my
my pantleg / I'm too weak to move No one hears my cries as they start on my toes Their teeth are like razors as they gnaw at my hands It sure beats
it to the spot man now it's time to crank it up Don't play, tomorrows a brighter day, I gotta pack it up Mean's I bees the first up on the block, I guess
and leave the gym like troops single file line but we were still at the pool the day is over tommorrow back to school [chorus] after school im home with my
till my mind is gone. Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. This feeling is hitting me hard, my
promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance
old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I remember all the chordies we drove. We used to play football all day
Momus : Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth Whose master passed it on to Zebedee It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols To its recipient,
then I know exactly how you feel. Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend For all at once my childhood never
laugh in I can smell the tragedy When hatchin', happily dispassionately patched in Alive with the menace of demise Like, "Yes! " the pain dazzles men, pass the popcorn (Pass
of my dreams now and my tenets rent is due Something is dying Something is dying inside of me In spite of me... Something is dying tonight My old paddles
I went to the country - just the other day To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been - since last, I'd passed his way