Milk Thistle, milk Thistle. Let me down slow. Help me go slow. I've been carrying on. . I'm not scared of nothing. I'll go pound for pound. I keep death on my mind.
Just because you got it. You don't have to flaunt it. With an endless stream of famous men. Pretty as a portrait. Looked like Mamah Borthwick. On that Shining Brow of Taliesin.
In the mystery of being. Sometimes when it's not so easy seeing. Where you're going, what will be tomorrow. Wondering about the path to follow. . In the darkness we bump into each other.
(Rice Miller Williamson). In my one room little cabin,. Just me and my little girl alone,. In my one room little cabin,. Just me and my little girl alone,.
Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair. When you want her only, tell me where is she where?. And if she says to you, that she don't love me. Just give her my message, tell her of my plea.
Hang on sloopy,. Sloopy, hang on.. Hang on sloopy,. Sloopy, hang on.. . Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town.. All the little girls there are trying to put poor sloopy down..
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains. And ten-cent red roses from department store counters. Watching the moonlight reflect off the river. Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down.
Anderson Theatre version. And when they say that lovers feign,. Well, to me, you know, it don't matter no how,. All I gotta do is call your name,. Well then I've got,.
(James McCarty). He's Just 'round the corner. Nobody will warn ya'. You wont see his coming. The way your life's a running. As he tries to wreck you. He's bound to affect you.
Can you judge a man. By the way he wears his hair?. Can you read his mind. By the clothes that he wears?. Can you see a bad man. By the pattern on his tie?.
You say you love me. And you're thinkin' of me. But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me. That you wanna hold me. But you know you're not that strong.
[Intro: Fekky]. Yeah, they don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke. Yeah, they don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke. Yeah, let me show 'em how to make a banger.
Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap. Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map. Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga. Not physically, but I'm a massive figure.
Uhh. Yeah, why'know. Shit is wild, heheh. Can't complain though, I'm alive. Healthy and allathat, knahmsayin?. Just tryin to do my thang. Praise to all.