Kevin Bacon Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon "A guide book for the paranoid." KB I'm in Paris, won't be here long But after all
other guys do They're just a monkey, I'm the whole damn zoo I can't use a book, I use a hefty bag Because they're just a string, I'm the American flag
Mama, now I'm coming home I'm not all you wished of me But a mother's love for her son Unspoken, help me be Yeah, I took your love for granted And all
Maybe love is all anybody Ever should believe in Maybe life is just something That employs us till we die Maybe all we know Is that the sun will come
Instead of talkin' about babies, come on If we ain't gonna make love You can't do nothing for me, for me Come on, gimme, gimme good love Can't do nothing for
American Cream Team] What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit? We the billion dollar boys club. What you got a hundred thousand for us?
(Maitland) Hey hey, happy man, smiling as he leaves the book store Carrying his carrier bags all bulging wide Such a lucky man, such a lot to line your
happier than me Prepare a meal with candles Sweet wine and strings chosen for the purpose Then take a bath with bubbles Shape up my face, eager for
be happier than me Prepare a meal with candles Sweet wine and strings Chosen for the purpose Then take a bath with bubbles Shape up my face Eager for
hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill", Cuban Link Yo, yo, Yo flip mode is how this nigga roll, finger on the trigger low Quick to lick a shot for
all talkin about this peachfuzz? {Peachfuzz} Nah, I just got one thing to say {Peachfuzz} Ahh man By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, six black hairs String by string
rode him in custody down to the station And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder Oh, but you who philosophize Disgrace and criticize all
shadows of these worn down streets A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books To the highways - To the low-way - To the air waves - We're all just
have your back, naw Ooh, you're such a playa, Ohh, your southern ball Got me scrawled out In ya black book my name was crossed out Went from starting the second string
wrote his page. Shining a dream upon me. & smiling of truth all night. As soon as morning arose. & here we hold up tight. Chorus Verse 3: Never had I fought for
're going through all of this because you're special Not no superstar shit, I mean that God had to test you And all of this pain has been training for
all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With metal teeth that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades Away, away, away from her Waiting, waiting, waiting for
we go on a dance Had her laughin, like Ras you off the hook I got 101 positions, that'll leave you shook Off the books, I'm all yours on all fours Wit