Out on the freeway I saw you wasted Nobody wants you to fall Except for me (Dentle plain, marriges, lots of babies, dentogen) Except for me (Press hot
little godsend Because right now I'll take any and blindly Before I find another noose to fit us Before we choose another hand to hit us Let us ask each other
hope everything is alright hope everything is alright what's that floating in the water oh neptune's only daughter i believe in mr. grieves pray for
it was real, this supposed freedom. what if all the bleeding hearts took it on themselves to make a brand new start. organs pumpin on their sleeves, paint murals on
at me. (At me) On the train, on the train And you were looking at me I was on the train today and I was looking at (I was on the train today) And I
J-Z Video Robots fucking in the middle of a telecast with Tom Brokaw announcing his love for puppies Pictures of Oprah Winfrey fucking robots, f or sale on
Your voice was a satellite spinning next to me Now I can't hear Over the radio, someone said a satellite just went down into the sea So I go I fathom
Well, it's cold and it's quiet, and cobblestone cold in here Fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again Lonely is all we are Lovely so far, but my
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that Marley From the city the Philly women willing to menage Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved Though everybody's on
Got an ad on KROQ And there's an in-store tonight Well I build things up Then I let them go Got to get time share on the radio Look inside America She
compete On the field, on the court, over any high steep And break, and you know it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see goin on, holla
my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
on my knapsack You can feed back the fuzz tone from your WAH-WAH While you bend down And set your stuff on FIRE Turn turn Turn turn We're turning again
got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how
every other song or just every other day What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks On one song she's your African Queen on the next
re in We started out in a friends garage At the bottom up reaching for the top now The video The radio The TV shows The magazines The movie screens That
like "man this is bull shit" if i was your tires on your car i'd be like (car noises) if i was the bumper on your car i'd be like ahh fuck if i was a
