fighting, yeah, There?s so many people out there trying, yeah? And there?s a little girl only 6 years old, Her daddy does drugs, her mama?s on the road
be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town
: It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down. Got another
ol' Lee king's apothecary They ware the little man The little man I go back now and the stores are all empty Except for an old coke sign from 1950 Boarded
his hand There's a new kid in town And he's lying in a manger down the road There's a new kid in town But he's just another baby I suppose Heaven knows
years, but i've lived a lot of life. Cuz im old enough to know that mama's cryin, and im old enough to know that dad has leaved.. im old enough to sit
Sun up, to sun down Your eyes, Those baby blues are lookin' real tired Tired of the same old same old, Nothin' goin' on in this town Two more exits till
in this town And I saddle up my horse and I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway on my old
a damn about your dreams Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be Mean old twister bearing down on me All the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town
Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old
Done laid around, done stayed around This old town too long Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on Done laid around, done stayed around This old town
and walked around And up and down the lonesome town. I stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road
come to the Leopardstown dual carriageway. It was the first motorway in Ireland and it was a 100 yards long. I liked the name. I don't remember a town
8 by 12 four-bit room He's a man of means by no means King of the road. King of the road. King of the road. King of the road.
hang, Gotta make ya grandas each daily man Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart We niggas from the land fool, and the old school,
: A long slow drive down an old dirt road You've got your hand out the window, listenin' to the radio That's where I wanna be On an old park bench in
driving down the same old road, her parents took her through. Hypnotized by those broken lines, broken records lost in time. She's turning down the road
it blowed away I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats, Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old
