Lyrics:
My cup is never empty
My eyes are never dry
I'd be drunk by now if
Selfishness were wine
Seems like a million years
That I've been standing here
thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The Captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers
thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers
and confused
16 year underdog still donning Under-roos
Sorry Busta, I know my flow sounds used
Written and directed by the likes of John Hughes
Recycled
My restitution to society means stay away
And equals empty grants of time
The cleansing of a conscience brought by petty empathy
Helps well
hustle chicks
Beaver patrol
Rolls Royce, Limosuine
Girls are rude on my machine
Beaver patrol
I'm cruising, just down this town
This one girl, shot me
here You took my time so now I take you (Spoken unknown) Monday! Get me out of l.A.! (I cant stand it!)...Jesus!""
frolicking down the beach
my tan is covered with spots
they said we had to move out
'cause of the chemical dump
you can't make a home where
through the park
Shadowboxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
That's a four-alarm fire now
I never made love by lantern-shine
I never
and easy
It's time to spread our wings and fly
Don't let another day go by my love
It'll be just like starting over
Starting over
Why don't we take
seasons come at once
You are safe in the arms of the unknown
I just need to remind you that the brave, they carry on
No matter what
There is a new day
through the park
Shadowboxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
That's a four-alarm fire now
I never made love by lantern-shine
I never saw
Tear away from the red.
Are we trading in our hearts for emptiness?
Is this love or human condition?
I close my eyes to see you.
Hope is in your name.
and cuts me to my spine.
You're only showing me half the way tonight and now it's time to say goodbye.
No warnings,
Left her eyes,
Are filled with deep
to the whirlpool, it keeps movin' on
No still waters baby, gonna hold me down
All I want to know is, are you comin' with me
they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
do I get a foot in your door?
How do you turn this on?
Had a heart by accident
Did you have it all along?
Slave to the single chief executive
I've wrestled an idea
And threw it in a box
I'm sort of maybe hustled
By the hussling and the bustling
I live in a city
and wear it on my skin
It's
chat but they can't back that
Ask for proof, can't provide it still
They ain't got no voice of their own
Dem man are JPEGs, just silent stills
Best you
the way we wanna live /
Cause we got it goin` on / And nothing can go wrong /
We`re alright
The first one, she`s always in control /
I tell you i`m too
Said...well you're goin my way.
And they say now
Refrain:
Run Joey, Joey run run
The hounds are on your trail
Jump-up Jump-up
Run Joey, Joey run run
They're
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