Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Well, it's been three weekends in a row
That I've been sitting at home
Not going out at all
Sometimes I get the feeling
That's how it's gonna be for
dreams
Until the curtain closes
Before the final call
Five years go by, Scott is feeling beaten down
He and Emily gigged in every club in this town
the odds to be stacked against me
In faraway places my predicament is harder to feel
You can be poor in America and still push an automobile
I've seen a baby
to maintain
Tryna get by and tryna come up
Two different things
I'm lighting propane
And I'm switching lanes
Petroleum in the ashtray
I pull hoes on a bad day
The poli-trick-tians and these know it all's trying to be my mom and dad
Trying to change my life and give me new rules
Out with wise guys in with new fools
Change
Bout to take this shit by storm bitch I’m finna make it
I know my heart getting cold ain’t no hesitation
Too many niggas out to get me yeah I know
things quietly as small talk in a bar
I had to repeat it three times with the music too loud
so you'd think I believed in my words by now
uh-huh
cnd I'm
Covered in soot
And smelling like the fire
You would still hold me close
Fixing the tares
Mending our only attire
You bring the songbirds
Not
bad to the bone
Wait, that’s my throne
Got my reichs now
Look at the pipe now
Bitch I’m blessed by the best
You should pipe down
I’m a fire starter
More
the first time
Kids in my block going
Loco they busting through my front door
My two piece pretty polos
PJs with the loafs tho
Kick me round the block
I'll, I'll hold your coat
Stand by your door
And I'll stand in your corner
Endlessly yours
We could get deeper
Running away never free's ya
I found that jacket she left me, hanging behind the door, I still wear it sometimes
They told me to run long ago, and I believe them today
Gotta be
underwater when
You talk to me
Little preacher’s daughter lying
To her father
About where she’s going every evening
Kissing through the screen door on
The back
I'm living a nightmare
it's all in my head
never should, never should...
I never should have set it off
come on open the door
breathe in
Don't make a sound
Three times it could be denied
It's a suicide mission
That has us by the balls
Take the front and I'll take the back
A surprise
feelin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen
For that early morning gin drink it in
Till my thoughts they become clear
Dress my naked air and head
came out the womb with my trigger finger blasting
Cock the gauge when I'm up in a rage
Three inch double O shell, I make the front page
ain't here for no
it's
Possible that growin old is
Worth its weight in lead as time
Keeps passing by can't help but
Wonder why the future holds my
Destiny but is it
walked down to that sweet brown lake I saw that all of our mistakes lied in the surface about to break. And all these rows of afternoon shadows melt with
a computer on the 19th floor and
You came down the aisle of the bus and you sat by my side
Shoulder up to shoulder we share that 9 o clock ride
Oh, my
And now I'm rolling, I wanna rock with you
But it's coming on, coming on strong
And I'm hearing it all, feeling it all come down
Onto me the rights
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