Letras:
You Am I Junk

Nobody looks you straight in the eye Drop like butter to the floor, just let me lie Drop like butter just let me fry Junk, junk, junk, junk Sure smell sweet for junk

fire burn my dream I'm at you disposal I gotta get up to see what you ain't gotta hide Wheeling junk along the aisle Keep your seat belt fastened You

cabin fire burn my dream I am at your disposal I gotta get up to see what you ain't gotta hide Wheeling junk along the aisle Keep your seat belf fastened You

Revy Horton Heat sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe with the way I get high Graffix bong

me hear you holla Good Squad in this bi*** Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave. in this bi*** So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with

I be blamed if I want to get some strange? Yes I am a firm believer in some hardcore jungle fever. He's my boy I am his girl. Hells yeah, we're both down

's run out And I'm a hungry man Oh mama oooo You see I--I'm a--hurtin' man I was just a boy When they told me "God love ya" "You're insane" Here I am

t you lend me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you." "All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk

about. I tried to love you my way, But I couldn?t make it hold. So I closed the Book of Longing And I do what I am told. How come you called me here