distracted It's 7 and I'm already wasted I'm 21 and I'm already hazy What am I gonna What am I gonna do? It's 7 and I'm already wasted I'm 21 and I
Translation: The Starting Line. 21.
t ? It's 7 in the morning and wasted I'm 21 and I'm already hazy What am I gonna, what am I gonna do? It's 7 and I'm already wasted I'm 21 and I'm already
floyd had fronted me some dope Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe Business started boomin, started movin
Rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York Started
memories) (Sweet memories) Like thoughts out the back of my mind going back in some time Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
buryin you on the count of three (4) I'm the llama to squeeze (5) The gall of you to call to who all of you to pause (7) I can promise my knowledge degrees has started
gotten with the glitches The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno [Lethaface] My administration deceive the population Start
, you were hipper than Mitch Miller And Johnny Mathis put together So I got some boots, a harmonica rack A D-21, and I was on the right track But I didn't start
today Has come a long way From radio to TV From fire to electricity Airplanes and jets Computers and the Internet What an entry Into the 21st century
used to call enchanted just a while ago... ah..when does a mystery turn into history? I don't know... Anyway, I got another meg of data coming down the line
you'll always be my baby There I was, 21 Oh, I was so ashamed of what I'd done On a country road parked one night What started out so innocent, crossed the line
, away voice on the telephone line Tell me what to think to tell it apart Said how about 4,000 miles and 21 years Do you think that's enough for a start
gotta figure out/ waste my life/ no I gotta make it count /if Christ is real then what am I gone do about/ everything in Luke 12:15 down to 21/ you really
studio I got 21 seconds before I got to go 21 seconds, t-t-t 21 seconds, t-t-t 21 seconds, t-t-t 21 seconds, t-t-t I got 21 seconds to pass the mic
be? Who'll walk the line with me tonight? Round we go (won't cross?) climbing through the endless night Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with
film Uncle Meat, in Hollywood. I'm a little nervous doing this 'cause it's the first time I'd even been a star in a film. I originally started working
Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at With the number 13 tattooed on my neck That ink it starts to itch, black
