a lead me You notice how we live, I set the trends Dem how you tink we get dem sexy gal yah pan we ends We live by certain standard, certain rules we
honestly? (damn) Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin aint really broken? I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend
driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live
Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and observe, invite some friends
just living out of case But his best word was his letters home His standard works of fiction about imaginary success When chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends
Train Those Trains, we have to spend our lives on Trains. Once and again I was just thinking we could meet any time on number two platform where I usually find my friends
kelvin, it's Dr. Octagon, with the Emperor General drop down to 40 g's can science achieve the unified theory of complex systems permenantly skeptical of friends
I got myself a girl but we be kicking it as friends Is not enough for me now that depends Again, not everything you want Is everything you really need The standard
I'm sinking lower and lower in my friend's eyes The things I do And I've turned into somebody I despise Oh, the things I do And my standards are slipping
5, roll wit' the live Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise Wan' test i? access denied I live
train. Those trains, we have to spend our lives On trains. Once and again I was just thinking. We could meet any time On number two platform Where I usually find My friends
I'd done Some friends I'm gonna miss Beautiful lovers I never got the chance to kiss Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living Processions of missing Lovers and friends
We're in the year 2003 Will there be a next century? Well, lookin' at the world today Babies havin' babies Brothas killin' brothas Where we're living
again Microphones fully loaded and friend Funny I try to make this end But it seems I'm returnin' a name it's the same once again Microphones fully loaded and friend
living room. Queenie immediately discovers an unrecognizable footprint on the carpet and traces it to Ugly. Queenie and Lowbutt are very domesticated animals. They are used to a certain standard
desk. Clear it off and find some room for books instead. Elle: (Spoken) What are you doing? Emmet: (Sung) Can you live without this? Can you live without
do anything it takes To impress your friends Never true to yourself Knowing well, this is not like you Fooling yourself You're just living a lie Goin