: Busted This here's a tale for all the fellas Try to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you're over zealous Play hard to get an females
you with my appetite With all this power you're releasing It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone Anticipation is what I'm feeling Let's find the key and turn this
Dub is the skinny guy People think he's funny But he didn't even know tonight he comin back bloody Cruisin Del Ray boy these streets is cold Cigerette lighter
faith in all that she believes in The light is fading and hope is dissipatin? They say that they listen Lord knows that they can?t hear It?s a cold, cold
the city slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold
fantasy world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and, this is her life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this
of the city and out of the street Out where the wind hits the cold concrete Oh oh oh It's cold outside Darkness your enemy No place to hide The voice said this
hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This
To where the girls are pretty When the nights explode And life is still living Down this open road The arms of pity Wait to greet me tonight in little city Now that cold
see a city On that marbled bowling ball Or a forest or a highway Or me here least of all You couldn't see these cold water restrooms Or this baggage overload
a bed below It's a cold dark night and my heart melts like the snow And the bells of New York City tell me not to go Ooooh... Ooooh... It's always this
the light on Wait for me and just leave the light on, heyyy This feels like a permanent December So much colder than I can remember When I get you back This
world needs something better Let's give them one more reason now We walk in single file We light up rails and punch our time Ride escalators colder than a cell [Chorus] This broken city
the girls are pretty When the nights explode And life is still living Down this open road The arms of pity Wait to greet me tonight in little city Now that cold
- never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes
pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my
whet my appetite With all the power you're releasing It isn't safe to walk the city streets a Anticipation is running through me Let's find the key and turn this