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Off We Go Again Tomorrow Could Be Late

such better days Days when I still felt alive We couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too late to try The tour was over we'd survived I couldn

to get his own late show Do a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again

a week with out talking. Thats gotta be hard for a girl. Not us guys, we're different. I don't need to talk. I couldn't talk for a month wouldn't bother

in this lot, you could be sure Make it hot, get the windows steamy Car rocking, it's great to be me CHORUS SCARUB Let's go. Ha! We could fly to Galapagos

always have plenty of good Ho's Whever they go, Ho's! [MF Doom] How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal Any given second he could go mad postal Stay

full inspection Head to toe we rocked black denim Flashed the grin, sweetest sin Said to him: "Hey, my name is Nikki You twenty minutes late and almost missed me" Turned off

again 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be

always have plenty of good Ho's Whever they go, Ho's! [MF Doom] How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal Any given second he could go mad postal Stay

full inspection Head to toe we rocked black denim Flashed the grin, sweetest sin Said to him: "Hey, my name is Nikki You twenty minutes late and almost missed me" Turned off