And I sing songs about the past How I was raised and I was thrown on my ass 'Cause I didn't care about going to school And I saw the look in her eyes
And I sing songs about the past How I was raised And I was thrown out on my ass Cause I didn't care About going to school And I saw the look in her
: And I sing songs about the past How I was raised And I was thrown out on my ass Cause I didn't care About going to school And I saw the look in her
a brand new sound Hey mama hey mama, Follow me 1 know something's in you That you wanna set free So let so, go, go of the past now Say hello to
war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf
: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, never get enough I'm crazy for your love. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, never get enough I'm crazy. Ice cream couldn't taste
not true And you and me in line as double bill Surrogate heroes on TV and films I've never met anyone like you I've never done the things you like to
to wander some more Or put up against the wall. We live in apolitical world Everything is hers or his, Climb into the frame and shout God's name But you're never
a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that. And all the remnants of her recent past
to lose the glass off her foot and when I find it is when I find you and we can do the things we never got the time to better late than never but never
i have tried i never meant to turn out wrong my fear of failure is so strong i have to shout there is no doubt that everything was simpler in the past i have to shout
98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother I air y'all niggaz out Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth ("Shout, shout
I'm unconcious I black out and I don't really understand it But everythings relative everythings relative right now I feel my life is a physical writing block Repeating over the past
last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares of capture Paranoid of surveillance,phobia of cameras My banks bigger,but so are my fears Past
me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As we sailed away from the quay And amidst all the tears and the shouts
trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel up they noses never let jail