with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire. snake brother, consimate professional take
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day, Airing my tires and all my cares are far away, You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and
There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chases So I don't go around blowing smoke in people's faces Rather than acting like a pest to your
upon that And find it impossible to soothe my restless head However much I wish it This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep (Buck 65
Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on Tables I dance on and benches at bed time Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end I just
made for me To begin interpreting real life just as I would nightmares (More mumblinga?¦) Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65 Watching
The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts. All that's left now is victory laps, and I have no intention of slowing the pace, so
I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross I got 2 little sisters to think about In the event that ghosts appears I'm told
Jiggy man (repeats 55 times) everybody say yeah!
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases, going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own
The word miracle isn't really worth the same As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the
: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley. Black Flame Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass. Battle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space Words won?t help but a few bucks
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream. Selling cigarettes
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man
cardboard crown across the side says fragile shirt unbuttoned, pleasure fool, I'm agile ripped up forms, men with swords tear the flesh eyes like shadows
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing And for some strange reason, your nose is growing My skin is crawling, everybody
I went down to the fishing hole And I set down with my fishing pole Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the
Most people are curious and wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down