it never took much to really get you back then Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen Crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz We circle
Build your cages, pray for freedom Believe all your made up sages Sucked out from your social circle Is it worth the fifteen minutes? Sacrifice everything
AFRAID OF, THIS IS YOUR BIG DAY, LOVE YA FINALLY MADE THE GRADE THE INNER CIRCLE HAS CHANGED THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED READY TO BE HITTING THE HIGH
a strange man's face. A half-pint drunk with a full-pint bottle. He emptied out the bottle, and he yelled, "Full throttle!" They passed Columbus Circle
humming of the machinary running towards them crawl, social retardation larvey plugged into the wall, the little short circuit with the still born vibe, till the villagers circled
place Jack and Tina went over the gate Everybody needs a little getaway Everybody needs a little getaway Everybody needs a little getaway Jack and Tina circled back Jack and Tina circled
dicks in a twist and you're raising your fist But your argument has been bought and paid for American boy So flex that corporate muscle with your media circle
all Eleventh Earl of Mar, couldn't get them very far Daddy, oh Daddy, you promised Out on the road in the direction of Perth Backwards and forwards in a circle
for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot
place and especially about the Mothers of Invention . . . 3:20 Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle
scream Glory bound, glory bound Glory bound, glory bound Joining in to circle the reds Affirm action awaits Reported word a village is near Fifteen
night stand. There's a lesson to be learned...don't let this happen to you." You got it Got it good Got your twenty-four symptom Just a little Just for fifteen
And they don't yet know Of the young man's fascination They're too busy drawing circles in their arms A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen Floating
In the mirror? Revenge you breed I hate Your skeletons begging to get out One by one Don't let your secrets get out Keep it in the brain dead circle
know I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know? Well, I'm always there by five fifteen but lately
with crayons I'ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on This ain't basketball three on three It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen
a jungle For an hour and fifteen days Hopelessly searching for exits In this lethal maze Footsteps I have taken Each one driving me insane Always turning in circles
fifteen days Hopelessly searching for exits In this lethal maze Footsteps I have taken Each one driving me insane Always turning in circles In this