Testi:
The Stairs Forty Two

42 pictures of you each one a different shade of blue. I know it seems that sometimes I don't care but 42 blue ribbons in your hair: each one for the

keep the dishrack? these things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartment Forty-two stairs from the street

down the stairs She's in the bedroom with that boy of hers Though her face is creased and her eyes seem strange There's a second-hand emotion on battered forty

it keep me thinkin Steady drinkin, the liquor, got my shit gettin thicker And it seem my time on Earth is gettin short Two puffs left on my last Newport

up We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt) [Chorus] [kurupt] Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn Boil and burn, two

the stairs, the truth pop Niggaz think this album cuts (haha!) I'm like fuck it, I'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em),

blazing dude Your head was a juke joint So you get two dimes Cause you got two highs Two niggas want to smoke So you got two lies Think you see two hoes

than an arrow Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow Freestylin' son, like there was no tomorrow Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow Two

I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses