're wit it then it's on) Yeah, so see you tonight All the while I'm hopin' she would inhale So I could be like Michael Jackson and enjoy myself 'cause
want. It's nothin 2 a boss! So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3-1-0's. Until I die it's all West coast, it's nothin big to a boss! Yeah... if
s sitting out in my garage ?rusting We got no gasoline, we used up all the oil We got no sympathy ?cause you used up all our trust It?s a bad situation
© Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP] I was born in New England Lived here all my life Got a three bedroom house in the suburbs With my two kids and my first
?s hot downtown tonight Cool in the North and West Teens in the suburbs I?m living under house arrest ! Mamma?s upstairs praying That I didn?t get my daddy?s
on you I ain?t that dumb But the night?s still young She?s my sugar and I?m her honey We tease each other ?cause we think it?s funny Everyone craves
© Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP] I saw a square cloud It was a perfect square I never mentioned it out loud Maybe I wasn?t even really there Everybody
© Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP] Three AM we were sittin? in my daddy?s car Me and Lucy McGee decided to go too far So we went down to the stripmine We weren
said that I would leave you There's something in my eye and I just can't believe you Don't want me back It was all an act Now it's my turn to cry Until
purgatory I believe in something And that?s good enough for me So dry your tears because there ain?t no need to cry There?s no sorrow once you teach your mind to fly There?s
I can?t find any air and I can?t find any seeds I?d like to throw There?s a dust storm on a lake and it?s headed this way I just can?t believe I suffered
for stealing his lava-lamp Growing up in Detroit City Where all the boys want to dance real pretty All the girls try to act so gritty It?s a tough town
Brown horn? Scientists whose God is progress A four-headed sheep is their latest project The CIA runnin? like that Jones from Indiana But they still won?t talk about that Jones
mouth, No doubt, it's all good, you all just state ya'll opinion But in the south and in the hood it's understood without sayin It's a given, and it doesnt
is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds. I watch NESN at 7, I watch the news at 11 to look for MC's I lyrically murdered and the body's that I deserted, They
m aimin' at Charles Manson clone Melting flesh like Indiana Jones It's Tampa's own, titled the Toolman Bringin' hammers home (Yup!) And fame it's know
(Robert Plant-Michael Lee-Jimmy Page-Charlie Jones) Caught out running With just a little too much to hide Maybe baby Everything's gonna work out fine
(Monroe/Ramone/Jones/Tyla/Person/Clark/Backyard Babies) Michael Monroe: I know a man Back in japan Backyard Babies is his favourite Band Joey Ramone