on your own phil really likes peanut butter shay cant find the ketchup cupboard joel loves it joel joel joel loves the kiddies joel should go back home to his house
Leave the drunks to the crown please dont leave me on my own wait for crossed fingers some day to afford sad girls crossed legs another teenage bore
Let me tell you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy Low below the thieves and streets Welcoming you into a four floor descent Where even good
Pull no punches now we gotta get up and get up and get up again pull no punches now we gotta get up and get up and get up again one more giving up on
Swing up and down and i'm okay i'm in and out in and out again swing up and down and i'm okay girl wanna take you home money on the dancefloor reminds
No dollars no change, nada, nope In my pockets, (damn) nothing but lint Any money I had, already spent When ya got nothing, ya got nothing to lose No house
like you a broad or somethin', These niggas actin' like they muthafuckin' hard or somethin', I'm from the cold-hearted streets of the CP3, The Calliope, where the other
no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm They want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
older brothers now all kids know that there's lots of fun things to do in summer but mom and grandma and grandpa had an idea like no other some kids go
flyin spur spiz Got ya bitch on the right, She mindin her biz You ain't never seen a face fine as hers is Ya lame ass prolly home mindin her kids Bad
fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour the X. O. in I did want one these
the glass tool Over life, love and loot Waste it all in one poof Chasin clouds a smoke but really runnin from the truth I see mothers abandon kids to
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin And all the other kids
I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids
picnic. It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did!
Who the fuck are you? Another nosey asshole without a clue Cuz we beat the rythm with our bones And from glass houses we throw stones And all the other kids
fight the house I fight the bucket Nobody ever loved me, man fuck it We was runnin the club?? Homemade class?? I was hustlin and gettin cash And rockin up in glass
on the other side The gawkers roll and they creep slow Hoping they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids
