swimming pool There's a lot of things I got left to do Oh tomorrow, well I'll wait for you The days keep slipping down into the cracks It takes a while
night behind the hurricane wheel Riding in the eye All day underneath the hood Mondo bondo, plastic wood He needs a mile of masking tape He wants to keep his ship in shape Someday
dust (well I've got the match!) "On with their heads!", hear my royal decree "shut your mouth". "it could open your mind" What a chance there would be if someday
treat Walkin' down my street Hello bus stop, hello store Hello steps in front of my door Feeling good 'cause life is sweet Walkin' down my street I know every crack
he whispers in your ear All of the words that you long to hear [Chorus] You've gotta run away Deep in the cracks of the pavement they sleep all day Someday
buttermilk Chickasaw County child Is gonna be ok Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday You gonna be somebody someday You gonna be somebody someday
the window of a car I never saved a dime back when I made it I always thought someday I'd be a star But now my voice is cracked and no one wants me my
wakea?¦ I pray the lorda?¦ my soul to take. (Massari) Weary of rise and weary of rest But no one will save you now you'll save yourself someday. Don
I think I need a vacation Can't get my mother off my back She don't have far to go to drive me crazy Someday that bitch is gonna make me crack Might
back in! I forgot my coat. Mom, come on, I'm not playin', It's cold! Alright, sorry. I need a jacket, Mom, look, My Tupac tape, I just cracked it, Ma
I am is fine why do I think about there Chorus And its fine I don?t have the time For concern for the things I?ve learned And I know that someday I?
And there?s so much for you to protect and to save And baby boy don?t hit your wife 'Cause your kids may grow up someday to be this way, yeah You don
my my broken heart well, i wake up every morning and i just crack up without warning i would be as good as maybe grandma but i must get a grip on my my
back, ain't shit without the pack The resolve is in the past We bounce, we bounce back, ain't shit without the pack Come come come, come come come The resolve is in the cracks
the ring Physically, the champion of Welterweights in my division and skill Aging to get better, somehow, someway Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday
for a good cause Whether it be victory or loss And the road may turn into a run way But you'll know what to do someday Trust me I've seen it all before
to be done! Conspiring web, killing me, the end. Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. Perhaps we=B9ll meet someday
I built a room smaller than the pendulum. Future's looking cracked up. It's more than just a patch job. What can I do now? Someday I'll get the swing