I got a bone to pick with you. Not so friendly boys in blue. When you come out of the station and into the street. Everybody beats a hasty retreat. . Well, it was late one Friday, I'm a little bit wrecked.
Clouds blew over me. Clouds blew over you. What can we do?. What can we do?. Clouds.. Clouds look down on me. Clouds look down on you. What can we do?.
Uchuu de hori de yo. Hitori de hori de yo. Uchuu wa hitori yo. Wo kii i yo haa kireruyo. Nakusekushii mayo. Naitorii mayo. Namimorii ya maru yo. Namiborini mayo.
Black hole, white lines, it stained my time. I'm too young to die. Don't worry about me and don't cry. Maybe today I'll make it alive. . Push me again.
I love the way you look at me. I feel the pain you place inside. You lock me up inside your dirty cage. Well I'm alone inside my mind. . I'd like to teach you all the rules.
I'm sitting waiting on cloud nine, sitting here waiting on cloud nine. What do I have to do man?. Tell me what is going on, tell me what is going. If I remain strong I'll go to Heaven where I've been.
How could I believe anything you've ever said?. I'm on the bottom of your shoes, a little piece, a piece of shit. I never wanna hear you sing, you sound just like a little kid.
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks. New cats jackin' beats from way back. Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques. Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax.
People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte. Outside 2001, other side of the sun. . Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions. Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler. . Caught, now in court 'cause I stole a beat. This is a sampling sport. But I'm giving it a new name. What you hear is mine.
Here come the drums. Here come the drums. . Bass in your face. Not an eight track. Gettin' it good to the wood. So the people give you some a dat. Reactin' to the fax.
Oh, runnin' for your life by the knife. You're runnin' from your wife, yipes. You should've stuck with home. 'Cause your mind's to blow your dome. It was you that chose your due.
[VERSE 1]. Damn if I be some slave again. Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims. Sure nuff got no designer names. And i never played no video games.
Body and soul, an animal. As a sword, swing double edged. Dig deep down-that monthly frown. You have the tools-to make men fools. . You're so cruel. .
Some unions are based on trust. Some unions are a must. Upside down on a turn key-you and me. some like it on the other side. Trussed up like a turkey.
Voice moaning in a speaker. Never really get too close. Only a gimmick, pointed fingers. Never more serious sight. Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment.
A face is raining. Across the border. The pride of history. The same as murder. Is this living. . He's been careering. . The steady hand as planned. Behind the reasoning.