f**k doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthaf**kas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army
night was like any other, I got a call `bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor
Abandoned Luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army
: Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong
But you all can kiss my ass, pants off and all 'Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor [Redman] So how
shout halleluiah, here comes the music saviour From your heart to your mind, your spirits to your souls We've come to take control, with the Gorillaz on
: On the third floor of the hotel there's a pregnant Flamenco dancer In the bathtub with a razor and she's planning her great escape In a way she's
it won't stop. [Funny Man] You know we got the plan hold up, pointing at your head, Laying on your back but you're better off dead. Got the army
, a fortune teller, Esmarelda Zella Anyway they had sex on a ouiji board and I was born the next day...Violent J When I was 14, I tripped on the train
dirty tavern Had the seeds of presidents killed in a burst of anger And had their parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom I watched their
, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor
sailors, they are rowing home Your empty handed armies, are all going home Your lover who just walked out the door Has taken all his blankets from the floor
