Lletres:
Orange Juice Breakfast Time

Breakfast time, breakfast time The hands that tell me Five to nine Orange lights in orange lines Sparkle bright of souls entwine Pointting girl, sitting

be afraid to hold it And love ain't the only thing we making When you finish I'm gone make you up some grits and bacon Pour a glass of orange juice and

' and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice

we wake up and we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast Sprite orange juice and barter And she on stage waitin' for me after my show So no time

the eye with an orange drink squeezed His click want to see how thousands of dollars dress They want to learn to like the best Crystal goblets just for breakfast

we wake up and we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water And she on stage waitin for me after my show So no time

to hold it And love ain't the only thing we making When you finish I'm gone make you up some grits and bacon Pour a glass of orange juice and I'm gone

tock goes my time bomb lots of shrapenal, high cost of livin got me cuttin expenses stay sharp eatin bowls of razor blades for my breakfast, iodine is near as alcohol for orange juice

no no Howard: He'll never go for that Dick: No no no, a roll and some orange juice ?: . . . Jimmy Graham Waitress: Orange juice and . . . uh . . . a roll