Sometimes the world has a load of questions Seems like the world knows nothing at all The world is near but it's out of reach Some people touch it but
Translation: Talking Heads. The Great Curve.
wings Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked
, Bob, Bob look at me, Bob No no shut up, stay on the topic, oh my God! I do think it was a great game today Oh you missed the great game Bob That first
tricycle in a biker's club Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it tough Hey scatterbrain, don't get your grey matter punched up 'til you hunched, talk-talkin
the doorman He's got a big shiny head, yo, he looks like George Foreman He lets her through and asks me for ID I'm like, "What the hell you talking '
short tape I'm playin' too short and the shit still hit Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit got to her house banged on the curve threw my head
a leap of fur, I'll be choosy with all my words, Throwin' eggs at them chicken heads beggin' on the curb, Wrap up the bird, a fast ball and with a curve
get much better than this There's nowhere left to run to No use worrying about what you missed Cause here it is baby it don't get better than this We talk and talk
Her head high and strut through this world As a more than instead of a less than She'd trust her voice, speak her mind and seek the truth 'Cause if it talks
) This punk waiter, he think he's the hero type, right Punk He throws the finger bowl on my head I kid U not I'm sittin' there, head soakin' wet
wings Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb
over to the doorman Hes got a big shiny head yo he looks like George Foreman He lets her through and asks me for I.D Im like "what the hell you talking
And 436 west spruce was the spot With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock, Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick If your head aint spinning
white too short tape I'm playin' and the shit still hit Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit got to her house banged on the curve threw my head
