I may as well try semaphore As words no longer work This fool's feeling cornered And he acted like a jerk He'd tell you he was sorry If that made good
My mirror's laughing at me Says, boy, are you getting old? There's so much junk in your life What you've got, you don't even know Don't take a phone
Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner Made a few bob, in a new job
Send seasonal greetings from nowhere I'm working and playing away Remember the moment of leaving Yesterday, yesterday Roll through these towns, over
business Within Without Hey ma the boy's in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma the boy's in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma the boy's
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime and let the
j'habite a determine ma facon d'etre Ma facon d'agir reflete en fait ma facon d'etre Vitry sur Seine la rage j'la vois par ma fen'tre Regrette quand
eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is You know I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta
[Slug] (I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton And Motley Crue And anyone else who has
Hey io sono come James Dean se fosse stato piu brutto e tu sei la mai marylin se avessi avuto un altro corpo e un'altra faccia per questo camminiamo
the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James! [Rick James
finish If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit playa Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah (*cheering*) (*talking*) Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it Hey
my arrival Music City in V.A., say hey ain't nobody tighter Super Sounds in Atlanta, like where that Mix Tap Messiah Colorado fa sho, they say that Koopa's on fire Ask James
my place, them backstabbers Blucka-blucka, I'ma get you sucker We roll tinted windows, on the black Hummer trucker And after it rain, you might be dead like Jesse James
s my muhfucka true Youse a hamburger, I'ma Fudrucker askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard So where's the beef, jerky? I'm as Worthy as James
Nah, I ain't missing this, it's too big Let me go dish out some punches and celebrate with whoever's birthday this is [Chorus] [Tonic] Hey yo so I got
afford Things she can't... hold up, I'm tangled in the cord Here she comes now, you know what time it is Meet me at the James I'ma throw her off the
mi gioco tutto, ho messo in palio me stesso questo non e un debutto e una sfida al tuo universo e adesso scendo nella mischia giu in strada perche come James