See the bluebird fly easy as a dream Dipping and bobbing in the sun Could she be the one I saw so long ago Could she be the one to take me home This
know some more nigga, spit it Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits You probably know this nigga named Bobby Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body Cat fueled
They tiptoe into truck stops And sleepy diesel eyes Volcanoes rumble in the taxi An' glow in the dark Camels in the driver's seat A slow easy mark
sayin' Jerm just keep it goin') Cuz someone's bound to hear my cry (I'm just gonna do the second verse too) Speak out if you do You're not easy to find
' war from a golf course!? The Redneck, President, is a lost cause! I know he get real money - but at what cost!? Politicians and Generals.... YEAH IT'S EASY
with no name Glass full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain No game to rise to The coke side blinds you Hope with no aim And its the fuel that you
'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners There ain't no easy pass, hands on
Uh, Felli Fel, Ne-yo, Yeesy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy. Keep Tellin' Me You Got A Man, But He Can't Do What I Can, Let Me, Show You What You been missing,
. Wade / R. Hughes / D. Cornes) (Beak Records, 1989, Beak1) Heading out of town, leaving the pollution behind, Towards the countryside, the fresh air is easy
body, you can take Fill me please with your despair I will be deep like remorse Sell me your every tear Easy! I will stand the strain Spice your anger really hot Easy
for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for
horses Lamborghinis and Porsches Ferraris and Vipers I'm a wipe the seats witcho drool Then rub the hood with a diaper Television on the gas tank The fuel
Bring on the hateful remarks. No one ever said this would be easy And I never thought that I'd please everyone. But, my response to you is this, If you
that leave this hell on earth disease where nothing makes sense so we learn to live in pain cry keep on asking why and understand no one said it was easy
I'm sick of thinking It's late but I can't sleep It's slowly killing me I feel like drinking Something to kill the pain Some fuel to numb my brain I
Within the sterile environment that carries out American retribution The threatened insist that vengeance is the only acceptable solution Emotions fuel
as the hollow stereotypes to which you clutch. In your beliefs I see no compassion, only hate and dehumanization. A rejection of truth to embrace yet more easy
to each other Well, there's already plenty of pain In this world to last for years Yeah, just look out any window There's heartache and sorrow and tears It's easy