I can sleep alone. I know how. I stay here on my own. And now.. . I wake from sleep with little rest. It's 10 by 9 and in a mess. A window shut but facing west.
Why so serious?. You look ridiculous. Tryin' to act so cool when I know. I make you delirious. . I can tell you're into me. But spare me your routine.
Come fly, fasten seatbelts before we land. give it all up to the custom man. before we can leave we must go thru again. come ride the runaway with me..
uh hu. oh ooooohhh. yeah. . so you think that you can play around, and that she will simply stay around did you think that shed just wait around for you.
So I turned on the radio and everyone was. listening to chicken jazz.... . See that man over there.... He's got cold feet. He'd march to the drum. But the drummer's.
Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, come on, BCC. Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock. Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's. So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up.
Do you know my name before you. tear me apart?. Do you care who I am?.
He's my boy. . He told your ass not once but twice. You hould've took his advice and left the man alone. You still drive by here every night. 'Cause you're not wrapped too tight.
I don't mind if you go. I don't mind if you take it slow. I don't mind if you say yes or no. I don't mind at all. . I don't care if you live or die. Couldn't care less if you laugh or cry.
Excuse me, excuse me. I be the poetry man that was sent here by the WWBCC fanclub. You called the number 1-900-GET-DA-BOOT and you asked the question.
I don't really need to be the way I are. I don't really need to always go so far. I could get by on being alive but having no life. I don't really need a fuel infected car.
Are you ready? Are you ready?. I hope you're ready. . Are you ready?. 'Cause I am, said I'm ready to party, yes. Grab your coat, get your keys. 'Cause whatever you're drinkin' it's on me, it's on me.
Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose. The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be. And white turns black, dies of heart attack. The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene..
It's not that I am different. It's not that you have changed. This place has done its damage, it's so hard to explain. The sky it bends my back, my crooked shape remains.
[1-900-bootcamp]. *beep*. 'ello, I would like to meet. Some people from da bootcamp. Like top dawg, louieville, yaknahmsayin?. ... Whattup all you at boot camp, y'know?.
To the bitter end. We go all the way. It isn't too far. It isn't too far. To the bitter end. With our wills of iron. Souls of coal. Hearts of gold. . To the bitter end.
Words don't mean a thing they tend to be just what is said to get by,. without a sign, of what is in your head, words alone cannot condone or. condemn anyone, ease your pain or rearrange something that's been done,.
[twanie ranks]. Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long. When me big up me chest, call me number one. Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun.
Why are you talking in code?. You talk so loud sometimes we don't understand. C'mon give us a sign. Wave us a flag or flash me an eye. Cos I need you tonight.