i see the trumpet player looking for his song Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got What was a space is like a cancer
Oversættelse: No Use For A Name. Feel Good Song Of The Year.
staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start Ia??ve been called everything, an extremist is that a bad thing or what they really mean is anything a nigga do, a
, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style
it Rewind what you were missin', everytime that you was listenin' to me Glad I made a picture, put a rhyme upon the internet I'll hide behind a picket fence, slice a
a different form, a different centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
and it's going to take a full year, they askin me if I wana go to school here At a time when a person really needs a friend, I'm thinking about getting
so highhhhh,flying saucer racing on vacation in the sky over top the population Marijuana, maryjane, whatever you name it/ Been smoking for a couple years
, so we would have an excuse. Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. Just another lonely evening, What a waste of a Saturday
and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their
a thousand years old and never re-pay them I don't think this song would pay them But hopefully by putting it out, push the bank a little further.. This ain't a burner for
lemonade and speak real slow You love hip hop and rock 'n' roll Dad took off when you were four years old There was a good man named Paul Revere I feel
face it, after twelve years "The Bun" just isn't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a
seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama Morton] Over these work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss
