it's okay, spread the peanut butter thick. you're back home. sleep 'til noon and listen to the shape shifters in the volvo on your way to borrow foreign
in ponds with broken dishes The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know The moon asked the crow For a little
harder Than Forman Landing both both gloves to a low blow With no cup Leave you Speech-less like when Arrested Development broke up Carry a crow bar for
of the situation came on us like a bit of new knowledge The bubbliest bubble bath broke down on the bank The gravity of the situation is why our
stone, Maccabean Revolt Sunz of the Rose, to this world folds, guns will blow [Killah Priest] Project hallways fulled with broke niggaz Broken bottles
hood but nigga what?! When y'all was tryin to rap y'all was makin me proud Man now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin your mouth man Why don't be
we'll take Murder fo them bustas and hatas it ain't no escape Rogue Dawg fo life! [Don Juan] It's the beginin of the endin fo yo ass You broke ass niggaz
what to do, you keep leaving me, and I keep cursing on you. Its 3 am and your sleeping sound, But I lay wide-awake, thinking Why I am so broken,
I'm runnin' through a wheat field, chasin' a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes And dance backwards, and chant with the crow
'til it aint no more Laws we break yo' shit we'll take Murder fo them bustas and hatas it aint no escape Rogue Dawg fo life! It's the beginin of the endin fo yo ass You broke
like dirty sparks On dirty seas and never seen And all of that and all of these I hear her dust Fall at her feet And Christ and all His crows can't
A sense of denial Come witness my trial The crow has turned into a liar I'll live, I may die I've failed though I've tried But finally I fly It is the
There's a crow flyin' down from over the hill Cracked paint on my window sill Each morning broke provides a girl Forget my evening feeling world When
My, oh, my walkin' by Who's the apple of my eye Why it's my very own Clonie Oh, if I should stroll the 'hood Who knew I could look so good Just talkin
hit harder than foreman Landing both, both gloves to a low blow with no cup Leave you speech less like when arrested development broke up Carry a crow
they wonder why I smile So I'll sit and write my memoirs Of a life upon the stage And hope to die of middle age Jim crow the abyssinian Has sung his
Holla at me, the D O G The life I lead, the average nigga would have broke down a long time ago Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
I'm grown Broke broad I'ma leave your ass alone You still wanna ride though [Hook] Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade "So why don't you
