you thought i was playin you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you, you thought i was playin i told u i was so sick and tired of complaining that's y i finally
I met a new me at 8 A.M. the other one got lost This is not a trade in, although I wouldn't believe the cost I woke up crying as we said goodbye Me and
(Somebody say ho-oh...) (Say ho-oh-oh....) [Aceyalone - talking] Yesss man But im not a motherfuckin' yes man Yeah you know how it goes down You just
As the evening sun goes down The Dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat In the time it takes
I'm trading my sorrows I'm trading my shame And I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord And I'm trading my sickness And I'm trading my pain And
That puts me in a good mood Thinkin' about surfing Wow, you should go surfing You should go surfing Surf this groovy vibe, aah I'm gonna be a rich girl
I'm sitting here in my confusion I'm crying in the desert sand I'm only happy when I'm sleeping here with you (And it's so hot) Leave me alone (With my
Dreaming strands of nightmare Are sticking to my feet It's time to wake up and throw away The last remaining sheet Sunlight sliding down my back And
He is a the faker that sits by the river Holding winged insects in front of his eyes Face of the aged but feared they would wither Living their lives,
Morning came and morning went All of my life, my loving was spent I looked out my window, too lazy to yawn It worries me finding my lady had gone Oh
Well, my grandfather spoke to me And told me of his fears And he smashed my tin soldiers His eyes were full of tears Well, a river flew down my face
Velvet is soft as a kitten's mouth Satin is harsh as a scream In fancy clothes of cloth like this Who knows what you dream Your eyes seem as soft as
Sheena, oh Sheena Just came in from Monterey Every night and day I've been going crazy Sheena, oh Sheena Steel guitar and saxophone Who would like to
Hey Jenny May, are you coming out to play? I'm all alone and my daddy's gone away I'll be Jesse James and you'll be an Indian If we have a fight, I might
Well, I cannot be your lover and I will not be your friend Well, I know you say you need me but I have no time to spend We could talk like this for hours
Two hearts, throwing off sparks Young and in love with our freedom Moonlight, those soft Southern nights We were both ripe to fall Well, I was out on
You can't save me from myself You can't save her You're lucky if you save yourself Do yourself a favor
It's a custom made afternoon With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself Springtime...Saturday Perfect in an easy way And it's a customary sin For angels