said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh! Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now. Hey! Oh, now! --- Guitar solo
i murder myself Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher I dident do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e
, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh! Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now. Hey! Oh, now! --- Guitar solo ---
cuttin against the grain gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo Ima come
i murder myself Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher I didnt do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
s And the I.B.W.C. My man Mac, and to the Mackaframalama motherfuckers Don't laugh hos, I'm down with the afros I wanna say what's happenin' to the trigger-happy
Thursday atama kakaeteru all day Friday atashi no yarikata new way! Saturday kore shika nai it's my way! Sunday itsuka dekiru hazu someday! (J) It's time to flow solo
good idea, i write it down at my diary before it puts off in my head. And you know what've come to me? The other day, that all the really knock-out
and rain Keeps on poundin' inside my brain I'm so glad that I can see *you've been keepin' on next to me -chorus -solo -chorus *one day, baby, you could be had {one day
d contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o
So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on We feel this way every single day all day
no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite. With Irish Jim O'Connell there & Scotty Jack McDonald There's hunky Frederic Herzal gettin tight but dats alright There's happy
day! Unoriginal rap veteran... The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends! Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea, FUCK'IM, and send him on his way. Happy
the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene
