Lyrics:
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
need
Every monument, every memory
And I've never put flowers by the street
a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin' me
I'm on tour, but now my bedroom's
Battered buildings lined the streets in 44'
A pack of cigarettes to keep the hunger sane
Just a teenage boy surviving on his own you saw
A lifeless
Only knew you for some days
Casually getting the same train
Was here I knew I felt it
Being late put me at stake
Through the streets we went
Foot
fallin'
Ragman, your song of the street
Keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it ev'rywhere
Rags, bones and old city songs
Hear them,
the vibes, for the ones that wanna get to know me
Made by the mess that's why I reach the masses
Started out as a street scholar now I got my masters
Heavy in
around high on the streets
Gettin' hungry, let's shake a leg
Can't make breakfast without breakin' an egg
Cause I'm
Gettin' by
By the way can I hitch
By them houses on the corner where the kids play
Memory's fade remember the days in houses
On the corner where the kids play
House party's
the streets, running through the streets
You wore a little white skirt
As you ran through the city
Pulling me by my shirts
And as the lights went out you began
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name
A swing
a day goes by
I don't need your smile
I don't feel your heart
In every mile
Empty streets
And whistlin' pines
But not a day goes by
You don't crowd
roll by like Sunday drivers on the streets
Back to the creaking porch swing and the smell of fresh cut hay
Back to the memories and the love that'll
New diamonds, money well spent, wellness check if I'm derailing
Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen
By any means the message,
waiting for my shit
To hit these Corners and these streets
I got em hit after hit
Bitch fuck wit me
They couldn't wait
They want me in these streets
They
out memories that I froze
How I work so hard but I remain broke
How I endure so much but I retain hope
Sleeping in my car reaching for the stars
Secrets
gone
When the factory burned down I moved up to the city
The school we all went to is a memory that got bulldozed
And the good times froze when that
by the side of the road got me thinking back to the times when I did what I Was told
Lemonade stands holding hands just to cross the street yeah my
loving you, take only the good memories
I can bear it in some way
I can stand in some way
You should be happy if you are like this
I become dull day by
and I used to watch Scarface
In business only brothers, there are no friends
I was raised by dirty scary merciless street
I felt the pain of these
a mystery
Do you remember me on a street of dreams?
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood, a distant memory
So good, like
a mystery
Do you remember me on a street of dreams?
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood, a distant memory
So good, like
you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old gal
Who
there
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Uneventful, fuck your pledge
Sod this philosophical take on where's
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