it, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin, we make the guns come out Now, my question
I'm lookin' for my khaki pants I looked around and couldn't find 'em So I put on Stan's And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes They lookin'
: I'm the original American boy Love you baby, with all my heart Ten times better than those movie stars What you see, is what you are I'm no James Dean
stand All of my childhood memories Left lying in the sand In my den of inequity [03:22] Viciousness and delicacy Struggled to find the sane Struggled
disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my
style like Flounder Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design My niggas might find ya Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park They way his Khak's look,
this sleep my body has beat me to. sunday to st james st hold on kid, there's an ambulance on the way oh great someday i'll find my way to follow up
s my club 'cause I say club (Club, club, club, club) Yo, this my club song this my club song If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song It's my
That we're no good with out the other Take the best and make it better Find a way to stay together Just once can't we find a way to finally make it right
residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my
tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my
2x Wake up, get up on my way And yeah I got a lot of bills to pay Got fired from my job just the other day Collect unemployment on the
coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James The CEO
is saying goodbye Look here, time is money, let me save you some time And in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare find You know, so pick a day
water from my neighbours just so I can wash up Using candles to see my way through the crib Its eight of us thats the way that we live Cant tell you
girl hard-working asshole I figured I was speedo motorcycle I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,] You gotta find
Elvis James McCabe a future millionaire He wrestled with his thoughts out loud About two girls that he had left behind And said for forty five dollars He could help me on my way
hmm Falling into sleep, I'm on my way Stepping through the bedroom door and down the stairs It's all about a dream I have to make Only when I find your
