Lyrics:
I took out all the seats and away I went
it's a right old banger and the chassis' bent
it's got a great big peace sign across the back
and most
without the five mics
Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
Like the flame, watch you get hot inside
we have to be sinners
Major labels don't want killers
Think
Who's gonna sign a guy with a shank?
Or a guy with a nine mil'?
All you're gonna get
Make your blood boil
Well I should say
Now friends, let me tell you what I mean
You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets
dot, that will not come clean
The first sign of the plague
Absorb the ache of all your friends
And sleep with the light in your brain
Burning UV
soul?
It's cold, I'm low
I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow
Uh, yo, how could you look me in
about me?â??
For five dollars I walked him to his Mom's
And on the threshold he said straight and calm,
Â??See what about me: what about her? What about
shrivelling - blood boiling - bomb, death, listen, now
there's one minute left in the game to play
Since that day in forty-five we have never had a say
She was a wild one, no nine to five one,
She just a riffle on somewhere that he liked to go.
And so he watched her, then he walked over
To get
The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch
It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch
They squeezed and the edged
In the old fluorescent light
Jill took nights and weekends at the store
Coffee's forty, gas is five
She told you to take it easy when you hit
of your sandwich, Bill
A friend in need is a friend indeed
The teacher asks oh where are you parents Tim
It's been five months and I've seen no sign
Radio plays a song all night
Miami's just a five hour flight
Didn't you say you don't like what you're doing?
You know, last night I was on TV
Sittin' at the laundry-mat
Trying to keep clean
Twenty five women arrive on the scene
Ain't no way, baby
Ain't no way, baby
Ain't no way, baby
Verse 2:
It's the five-minute drill
But still we stack bills
Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels
Tell you how it feels to starve
a sign for change
Well I feel a lot better than I did before.
A whole lot better when I'm out on the floor.
Feel so good, I don't know when,
Look out
school at age 5
There's millions on file at the touch of a button
Your boss or your landlord will love our choice cuts of gossip
If it's lies, what
at that house
Wishing I could enter, but it's not possible
Perhaps when I return from my travels that sign will be there
But at present time, I'm stuck
this might come as a shock
(Standing at the door - gonna knock knock knock)
I just want to be the First Lady of Rock
The sign on the clubhouse said
through the McLennan county dust
I read in my book on Sunday afternoon
So it's easy to think the end's coming soon
But though sometimes the signs
mummy's in the kitchen with electric wire
Daddy in the living room with his god
They all get together around a lightning rod
Two six five, the goose
Please god, let me be wrong this time
Is a better home a-waiting lord in the sky?
I wait for a sign and I pray for the stars to align
But i'll never
Rule number five, pay attention to everything
Your homie say when that nigga be mad
Pay attention to all the sneak dissin'
And watch for them niggas
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.
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