today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on
holmes We bust choppers holmes We on the block sent them choppers on Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased That'll clap police, that sling crack on
street On someone shy and tall We lived our dreams and challenged fate In tears she told me she was late And Sally let his pigeons out to fly On the
mission Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'." I'm on
Tiny tumbleweeds, pigeons on the porch And there was dumb love fallers Carpet crawlers spinning in the deck Time was once When there was rustling in the reeds Tiny tumbleweeds, pigeons on
before the show began The ticket collectors moved away from the gates And we managed to sneak in for free It was a great show There were skeletons and beggars on
nozzle in fossil marker art Pardon Cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts are with the village Where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard poacher gasped With the pigeon
need of a scalpel to your spleen Is there a medic on the scene? Easy children, queens is in the buildin' That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
The dark red shadows deep beneath your skin Tonight I feel like Elvis longing for his long lost twin Like a pigeon choking on a diamond ring Tonight I
' come on just as loud Come on Aussie, come on, come on Come on Aussie, come on, come on Come on Aussie, come on, come on Come on Aussie, come on See
on the block sent them choppers on Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets Or twenty niggas on
on someone shy and tall we lived our dreams and challenged fate in tears she told me she was late and Sally let his pigeons out to fly... On the dresser
in fossil marker art Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon
wrong way, bet your life you'll hear him say Gertcha, cowson, gertcha Gertcha! When the kids are swinging on the gate Gertcha! When the paperboy's half an hour late Gertcha! When the pigeons
park While someone practised electric guitar We drank some homemade wine Now my heads not straight So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate Half expecting
full mission Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'." I'm on