Living this close to the bone I can't get home Um, no just panicking Did you hear the phone? Bone china Christ this is not smart I would think you
I didn?t use you but I wish I had I never liked you but I wish I did Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea Or your southern hospitality Your voice
In your most mental mental state When you leave the ground Take a look around Look at me Sunbleached, like I'm free Independent as a leech Diving A
Rats scatter after waves on the dirty beach You?re seriously losing me A shiny object caught my eye, of course These dog days always leave me with a
Peace and a fraction of a dream, El Dorado These eggs look like eyeballs and I'm too bored to eat We're floating on inflatable hope There's a blue blizzard
French fries glisten in the noon-day sun I wouldn't mention this to anyone Where the hell do those sheep think they're going? As soon as I pay up, I'
Your baby takes your balls And gives you back your teeth Your baby takes your balls And lights a fire in your belly A sweaty pepper thing How do we
Long painting The air plays along with my chemicals Drained again But I don?t feel so sorry And I don?t feel so bad Paralyzed by inaction In a floodlit
An old haunt Flint Point loop I don't think We were supposed to sleep together I've never been afraid to die I've never been afraid to live I've never
The night of the blackout I thought I'm your protege Sticky with the heat and getting stronger every day I'm dripping wet, I'm walking sweat The sun
Did I just hear you try to lemon scent the sky? Sulphur Yellow sulphur Yellow sky I tongue a socket You feel the jolt You're like a warped godmother
... By a 50-foot man with a... white face?... A chicken bucket on his head, uh... carrying an enormous guitar... According to this report, whenever he plays a note... The sonic waves
Velma. I feel about you. You're like family to me. You're like one of my own. - l'll do for 50 bucks. [Velma Kelly] - 50 bucks for a phone call? You
out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous 'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip Or wave
out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip Or wave
m big, so is Big, so is Big Pun And you know like I know that you know that they both get dumb So just stop it, know my target is everyone 5-foot Mexicans