she told me. that I was lame. with her middle finger in my face. wont waste her time with such a loser. so now I wallow in regret. wanna do something right but I haven't yet.
I woke up one day in Vacaville. Round the corner from the pen. Fat house on the hill. All the homies in the pen straigt locked down. But I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown.
I woke up one day in Vacaville. Round the corner from the pen. Fat house on the hill. All the homies in the pen straigt locked down. But I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown.
Upside down and inside out. I think you know what I'm talkin' about. Oh, my perfect world's turned into a mess. It's like you're falling in the dirt in your Sunday dress.
Thanks for calling, it's so good to hear your voice,. But you keep breaking up, and all the static and the noise. But I keep listening, 'cause I never had a choice, when it came to you.
(Steven Dale Jones/Carolyn Dawn Johnson). . Here we are on different sides of the fence. These angry words just don't make any sense. It doesn't really matter, whose right or wrong.