Tekster:
Don Williams Time On My Hands

F-cking Crazy (Verse 2 ? XV) You know I'm on one Play no games, but on one Say my name to no one, Lisa play my lonesome Cuz I'm as hot as four suns,

don't know me I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy If they

of la by the way Gang bangers killin' each other for rep Sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride But my mamma never

a home made ABORTMENT My name's not Pat, so don't send Jack Black This ain't the damn Wheel of FORTUNE I don't want no pause or no PORTION Next time woman

got you baby You the only one, I can count on man You my crutch man, yo We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt Mop filled, my block leave cops

clock. On the pad before my eyes, paper cries, telling lies, The promises you gave from the grave of a broken hearta?¦ Hmmma?¦ Every day I spend my time

, from sellin' 'caine 'Til brains was fried to a francaise, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar Gettin' my thug on properly, my squad

the front door comin' And [Incomprehensible] And [Incomprehensible] Here he come now And [Incomprehensible] Nah, nah, nah Yo, Mister William, Mister William Win or win, Mister William Get our boogie on

I don't need no partner to swing Hook: They don't know They don't need a partner to swing (x6) "more cash in my hand" - grand puba Verse 2