Lyrics:
the riddler I like to leave em guessing
These comics carry Jim's essence
Funny guys like the pet detective
Something happening, the air blackening, plague
tonight
As I listen to the big wheels roll
Three days into a six week tour,
Gettin' in the rhythm of the road
We pick and sing,
Say "goodnight" then
Six PM, she pulls into her parking garage,
Quarter til seven, she unloads takes everything off,
Jumps in the shower, try to wash off the day that she
One day they found her dead
In the basement where she worked
Jim Conley the janitor said
I only found her and I raised the alert
Although it all
And leave you jumpy
Why make it tough
By getting grumpy?
Plenty of roads to try
Some roads are soft
And some are bumpy
Some roads you really fly
Some
Written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI
Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
Every day I'd sit and play that thing
I practiced hard; it was more
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today
Came true today
Yes, it did
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All good
dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid
Like you don't know who I am
It's Big Jim-hill
Aka that boy Karam
From McNair all the way
, build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day, lounging, blazing at the Ritz
Some day, cruising, leaning in the six
back with after 6 months
This filth? What the peanut butter
And jelly bullshit going on
Huh brazzi? Ya niggas
Ain’t even worth my fucking rhymes, man
as soundly as a log
Was packed into the back of a rusty trailer
He looked to the sky and to the road, no passers-by
Oh, he's a liar
I'd be the same if I were
tank Nike socks
Cognac on the rocks
Let the money do the talk
Pull up n they shocked
Dirt roads ain't no blocks
No off days on the clock
For so long I
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's
Let's Slip cway
To the Motel Mayday
Now Jim Beam is a friend of mine
We park under the bridge and we take our time
On a day off, got nowhere to be
Got
losses do you tend to take
One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
That's so sad but I got a better state
Thinking two, four, six, eight
Who do you appreciate
All these layers stick together
Got a slice, a piece of cake
A peace of mind, a piece of time
I
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
and they're enemies for life
In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits
The waitress sings along, eyes focused
the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a black leather
me back in strife
Flowing water how you speak for me and love me like a wife
There's an old woman sweeping down by Jim's drug store
My lips once knew
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
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