You carry the beach in your way too short hair. That you shaved off last week 'cause you freaked and got scared. That when it's longer, you remind me of her.
Oh yeah, oh, alright. Well, sixteen women live in my home town. You know that sixteen women live in my home town. Fifteen love me, the other tries to put me down.
The bricks get laid and they get torn up. And laid again but the bricks always get torn up again. . Your friends won't wait so don't believe that shit.
Wild palms in the hinterland. Stretches of yellow sand. A blue bird trapped in my hand. It's hard to understand. It must be a sign of the times - times.
There's a freight train roaring through the dead of night. Heading straight for Yuma. I hear it every time it rolls through this town. . It's one a.m. and I'm wide awake.
I've seen you, baby, with another boy. Yes another, only nine years old. Don't you think the difference shows?. . I'm only twenty-eight, baby. And I have a little style, alright.
[Verse 1]. Good sex it never makes you feel hollow. Good sex it never makes you feel clean. Good sex its gonna get you with a fine line. Good sex its gonna die on the knees.
Id give myself a hand if I were you. The right words are never ones I say. Songs like these. They carry a little weight now. . 'Cause theyre about honesty.
The runners,. . Oh ooh, oh ooh,. . It's C O S S O M,. I'm him, you probably wanna get this on film,. We going in,. . We about to get poured up,. Everybody in this b*tch about to get poured up,.
I said Saviour, Saviour, Saviour, I said Saviour. I said. I've been stretching, fetching, I've been retching for the riverside. Stretching, I've been fetching, I've been retching for the riverside (x2).
Sometimes I wake up and I, want to take a drive. Just to feel the highway and know I'm still alive. Lately it seems like I can't get up to speed. Don't know what I want, don't know what I need.
C-o-s-s-o-m. Bout to hit the club. gon bring yo girls. i got ma dogs. they gon act cool. she ma bad girl. she might be bout them games. she might say wassup.
What's the matter, baby?. Why do you worry so?. There's no reason to quarrel. No reason to go. . If you feel sorry, baby. Then I know why. Somebody's been messing with your mind.
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines. Hey, hey, it's my birthday. It's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night. Hey, hey, it's my birthday.
Well, I got the fire, I got the home. My girl's near me, I'm never alone. She's so nice and she know. Just what to do, what to do. Oh I love you, girl, I love you, girl.
Now, that I'm getting old and. Now, I'm getting cold and. There's nothing left to say. Just like a daffodil, you know I will. You know wilting in my way.
TAKE A WALK DOWN MAIN STREET. HAVE A LOOK AROUND. NOW LOOK IN ALL THE WINDOWS. THE EMPTY BUILDINGS IN THIS TOWN. IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE. WHO CAME AND HAD TO GO.
I decided God was. No longer in my bed. Big love is dead love. Big love is dead love. . Big love is dead love. Big love is dead love. Big love is dead love.
A good man doesn't drink. And I've been drinking alone. So what does that make me?. . My hands they always shake. And no one's calling my phone. So what does that make me?.
Oh we're high, out on a highway. Driving, rushing down a sweaty road. Past those suburban drinking bars. Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid star.