Tekster:
Figure Four Miles Away

. This is mine and I won't slow down. It's mine and I won't slow down. I'll make a way. Make way. Still it seems miles away. I'm crawling the whole way

, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style

on further down the line Into the sun, too close at Heaven Love is fine but you can't hold it like a Two worlds apart and two together Into that good night kiss away

can tell right away If your love will stand,if your love will fall They will give you odds they will quote you statistics Oh but thinkin' don't figure

an' a half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four feet high I pulled over to

died and we cried It took eighteen men just to bust that ground Took three or four more just to lower him down Then we covered him up and we figured

down the road for two-days-and-a-half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four

by the king cobras And boa constrictors which convict ya Nothing but hoes in liquor stores Cops who handcuff us in the figure four I try to endure, but

was Dennis Rodman Fuck it [x4] It must be the bandana I wear saying black owned Here them whispering everyday but they can yap, yap on Saw it comin' a mile away and it figures