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Good Life The Notes In His Pockets

flush Says, ?Boy, we?ve hardly kept in touch It?s time for catching up? Notes in his pockets Rumors in the mill Phone calls after the bars close Unlisted numbers Still, he insists on his

've hardly kept in touch a?? it's time for catching up.a?? Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill. Phone calls after the bars close a?? unlisted numbers. Still, he insists on his

milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life

is now saying All sing along to his favorite song WHile the pocket transistors are playing But least but not last I'm frightened For the words that I reply hold doom Life

peppers black Ferrari with the red seats I call it playin checkers Im never doing verses Im forever giving lectures if youre tryna meet with money Id be happy to connect ya life

wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat Run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket But first strip his pockets He shouldn'

the pavement in the rain Glowing by the light of this southbound train She's shouting good Christian soldiers stamp their ration book with failure And twinkle little Stalin's hung his

cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket but first strip his pockets

Black Ferrari with the red seats I call it Playin' Checkers I'm never doing verses I'm forever giving lectures If you're tryna meet with money I'd be happy to connect ya Life