Lyrics:
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
even tell by the way shawty would dress
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi realest connects
Back
double might just take you home
She's got her holey blue jeans and a String of pearls
She's a country city girl
VERSE #2
cll week long she's punching that
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
With my heart on a string
Keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs
Oh no, I thought I'd be by now
My head is a buzzing three-star hotel
Oh
make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry, baby)
Meet me on the Southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't
See how caution ruined me
From the person I could never be
Fighting truths I'd never know
Finding truths of a failing home
Every year thought I'd
a short stay, not a vacay
I've got a plane to
Catch, no strings attached, with no stress
Can I do a little more
Little less when I get off the tour?
Bought
on my table
And the houses is filled with memories of you
Though i try to erase it all, girl you put my heart in trouble
Cause I can't get over the things
gotta stick by the code
I pull a few strings to get me a bag but i don’t take out trash
I left the city when i was 18 the shit that i seen made me never
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
Wish I can find time to get away, get away
Shit, I should fly you out
So you can get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I
On the table
Don't be dragging your nose
In the b'ness if you aint bringing to the table
Cant be messing with no thottie
No strings attached no cable
wanna fly on by
Well I ain't given them no room to leave because with the good I will abide
Laughing with good friends
Scriptures six strings and zyns
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Hoes just, tripping man
Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
backpack
And slip another clip in the strap and let the gat clap
And that's that, I be stupid, ruthless
With a flow that be travelin' like loose acoustics
Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks and stones
You got to live with the truth when you all alone
Yo
doubt you really saying something
I ain't say I'm walking
Said I'm off the wok
And I been stumbling
Not for nothing but you wasn't like no one I fuck with
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both
Lovely and
Guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious
you for a certainty
It's all a show
The puppets are dangling
Getting choked out by their own strings
Life is like simile
So what's your role?
It's ok
by some strings
It's killin' me cuz no one can see the real me
And everywhere I go is the wrong place to be
I think I should go home but I don't know
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Pull up with that thing to make you sing
Know you heard the buzz about me I really sting
Ah ah ah
Wonder how it's bouncing back without a spring
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