It's happy hour, but no one's laughing. Such a sobering scene. This nightmare's just a stale runnin' dream. Intoxicating me. Beauty is only skin deep.
Its not you, its not me. I guess we dont fit so perfectly (2x). You cant stay, I cant breathe. Theres no fixing what cant be.. Well, I guess the honey moon is over.
Police all on my dick like I shot somebody. 'Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty. Life is getting hectic, Tupac got shot in the nuts.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat. That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat. So he brings it and he brings it and it passes every test.
I got a freaky freaky freak, give you a freak you turns em out. I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt. Don't need a vest, but flow freely like bullets through shootouts.
Maybe all these years there's been an angel on my shoulder. Coulda been you up here and me down there. Saw a face in a passing train who looked just like you today.
Michael Burton. . One night while I was out a ridin'. The grave yard shift, midnight 'til dawn. The moon was bright as a readin' light. For a letter from an old friend back home.
You know you got me all mixed up. How'd it ever get this way. Don't know why, but i just can't stop. I know i can, but not today. Ain't quite ready for the ultimate defeat.
What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first. Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth. I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth. Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse.
Well, it's two eggs up on whiskey toast. Home fries on the side. You wash her down with the roadhouse coffee. That burns up your inside. . It's just a canyon, Colorado diner.
There's a price war at the cut throat drugstore. More than a little guy could ever afford. No over the counter cures for the. non prescription blues. More than just substance is being abused.
My old man had a rounder soul. He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go. Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone. That's the reason guess that he'd been cursed to roam.
My brain came back from the laundromat. But nothing comes clean in the wash. Behind the front of the backest lash. someone's selling out with my trash.
I'm not talking about the queens. But [what?] the bitches. Not the sisters [what?] the bitches. Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches. The bitches, the bitches.
Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street. Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat. Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro. Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Looking at the clock,. See it's time to go. Time to get movin',. Take the Gonzo show down the road. I told Freddy to get ready. Loosen up the kit.
You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked. If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck. I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé.
Phil Peterson. . I'm going away to leave you, you said I'm going down that road. To see what I'll see you, see what I've never known. And one things resting on my mind,.
As the morning light stretched in across my bed. I thought of you. Remembering your laughing eyes and all we said. I love you too. . As all my thoughts of you pass 'fore my face a thousand times.