Springs She's so lovely like a melody So baby, won't you come and jam with me? [Chorus x2] And she was so cool Like the other side of a pillow So baby
It happened when I heard her name The same 'ol thoughts crept back again Oh they grew, yeah they grew Somewhere in my sorry state The lightn' struck
I write the B-sides That make a small portion of the world cry I like the seaside And singing songs that make you not wanna die Throw a stone into the
One, two, three, end Wooh ! I'm so tired and I'm all burn down (?) Say I'm so tired And I'm all burn down (?) They say I got to write some new songs
Finally in the meantime since you paid for my room I thought I'd write the European B-side or 2 See Mr. Merry's in the garden Trying to tie his high
at my request, You may think it's funny but I don't know why, It gets it all off your chest One up the b-side(x2) (after solo) One up the b-side(x2)
Intro: Jermaine Dupri B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house
b-side (this is not happening) Oh rockin rollercoaster, an emotional ride We were just an average b-side We were just an average b-side We were just an average b-side
All right It happened when I heard her name The same ol' thoughts crept back again Oh, they grew, yeah they grew Somewhere in my sorry state The lightening
My brother Esau killed the hunter back in 1969 Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine When at first my brother walked away before a weary
You will all say that I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime
Blood is a river, flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots Of the tall shining city, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken
I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage
Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with the road that's straight
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush Neither do you any good
