Lyrics:
all by myself,
But now I know you found you another man
Oh, that's why I wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder,
Clearport jet shit, big dog status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dog status, yeah (it's Philthy, nigga)
Big dog status, yeah, big dog status, yeah
Let me start off
By saying you lost
The best one in town
You can look around
But they not like me
Robby's the M V P
No there ain't no coming back
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
Finish in first never last
Most couldn't last I sit back and laugh
At the opposition never switching
Same mission we gotta get it
Vision 20 20
Vision
Wullie
A strip o' land whaur good pals meet
Wiz right oot front across the street
Full o' reams o' dreams fae sunny days
Now that brings back memories
O'
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
lot pimpin
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
Upperclass
Twit of the Year. There's Nigel, he's shot Simon by mistake, Simon
is back up and there's Nigel, Nigel's shot himself: Nigel is third in this
fine
something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell
goal
Open your eyes it's time 20/20 vision
To see clear gotta take it back to the beginning
With no fear look my eyes and just listen
Pay attention
of work, laid back
While he
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Yonkers in the back blocks
He in the matchbox ballin like the mascots
He said I'm dead hot pull
Up in the brass drop
I see them hatin ass bitches in
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
Dear lord
Forgive me
Hindsight is 20/20
Yah Yah Yah
Running from my past trying not to trip, not to slip
Addicted to the game chasing paper that was
just want you right here by my side (side- e- e- e-)
(Twenty-four, seven, twenty-four, seven, twenty-four)
I just want you right here by my side,
I can start dippin'
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital
A to Z"
I said, "Henry, you fool, there are twenty six letters in the alphabet
He said, "Good heavens, I forgot the Model T"
And that was good advice,
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
There's a song that comes on every now and then
By Matchbox Twenty and about a minute in
I find myself thinking about a little bar out by the beach
tracks,
Footprints, dog-smellin' prints and they took twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored
Glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
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