Cocaine nights. Cocaine nights. Under the neon lights. Dreams turned to dust by a thin white line. Cocaine eyes. Cocaine lies. She never cries. But she never smiles anymore.
Can I get close to ya? If only for a while. I don't need to busy you. You're the jive guru and. I want to sing along with you, with you. . Your sweetness would cause a rockslide.
Camping next to water. Fish infested slaughter. I feed the fishes into me. . It's a misty within reason. I'm hoping I don't freeze here. I fuel the fire, I feed it's glow.
We share a wine at your table. Young summer sun in our eyes. With a voice that you save for strangers. You read loudly from your book of lies. I know but one thing is for sure.
What's happenin'. This ya boy Chopper City. Ya heard me, New Orleans. . I'm from the dirty but I stay so fresh, so clean. With all these throwbacks you'll think I got a time machine.
[Mr. Bently + (Madd Rapper)]. And good evening (Yeah, good evening!). It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!). Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork).
I know that evil's overrated. killing is my new thing. and afterall i gotta deal with erasing everything. finding you was the worst thing i've seen. like me in the best shape that i've been.
Started breaking some of the rules, then you broke them all. I know that thers's a way in your head, you can't win them all. And I can't take this all to bed, just as you expected.
Among the strange it had to be. Over the gems, over the ice. Sheltered from the sun. . Pissed in a cup in. The corner of what seems like a box. Trapped in the game.
I got no girl and that's no fun. Dig up some parts and make me one. Grab a shovel. Grab a bag. Hop the fence. Dead of night. I search around. Read the markers.
We are your sex toys. Plastic cunts and rubber dongs. Helping your imagination to grow nice and strong. Give you a ticket to the possibilities. 'cause society would rather you hide your fantasies.
Fell out of heaven A.D.. But it meant nothin to me. You never talked about the birds and the bees. No. . I wanna grow up to be young. I dont wanna be contained.
When I dance I'm tailed by a dog called Ego. And you don't move at all. When I talk you bark with a pitch black halo. Damn, you're gonna hit the wall.
Excuse me. I need a little more money. Just a drink to score. But I can tell you honey. I need a hundred more. I gotta give myself. What I'm looking for.
If my life had a soundtrack it would be acoustic. With songs about the way I laugh. At my ability to love things that I can't have. . If my life were a movie, it would be black and white.
You are what you are. I am what I am. Can we all come together. With some kind of plan. . I want you to laugh. But you want me to cry. Can we all come together.
Can't Go Back To Memphis. Randy Bachman. . Low down dealin's in Memphis. A card game in a back room. I was lookin' at my last dollar. Hopin' lady luck would come by soon.
Don't take me for a sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam, a sunbeam, a sunbeam. It's just another faction of. Like another fraction of. Another taxer of your life.
Take him in, who's warm and gentle. Confidential, sentimental. That's the guy who'll open up your diamond eyes. . He will be there when you're cryin'.
Don't take me for no sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam. Sunbeam, sunbeam. . Just another faction of. How can all the fraction of. Now they tax you all your life.