I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore Out their eyelashes Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd Covet my brother's Kenievel Christmas time is
If I faltered slightly twice Singling a double or botching a landing If that was my routine, it was torture I know that it's not an understatement No
Do you remember that one Christmas when we Didn't think we'd be together. We were almost seperated by the weather But I ran through the snow Right up
There's an echo in my body echoes slide Down the roof You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now Look deep in those eyes Whose kindness moves my Texas
I've heard about inner light it makes the brown in your eyes look watery I felt something while talking to you, Gently intoxicating I felt the source
Just before the afternoon creeps in Just before it gets too hot, to be outside I like to lay on my back in the grass and Watch the airplanes go by and
Now a man loving a woman that's a very common thing Common but beautiful all the same Still there's something very neat, something so extraordinarily
One, two, three, four You don't want to share with anyone else You got all the money, you got all the wealth You got all the buildings and the factories
She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah But they took her away Tossed
How come you're always such a fussy young man? Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran Well, don't you know that other kids are starving
It was just the other day When we went to joe's cafe Just to order up a couple steaks to eat But we noticed something wrong All the worcestershire was
We're all gonna die When I was a very young boy, mama told me we all gonna die Mama said son love can't be trusted, it's just another weakness We all
I don't wanna be ignored, oh God When I'm a gun in a fist fight You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat Your blood drool attracts the flies I give
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know We make money, we eat, we feed Pay attention, bitch Uhh, yeah, come on Uhh, uhh, make some room Dogg House, you
Weak and sick, dyin' in the sand No such things as promised land Don't lose faith in a better life Reincarnation, poor excuse You're dyin' you assholes
There's a prophet on a mountain And he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping
