I'm out of here one down and three-point-six tomorrow and I'm out of here people tell me "Ben, just make up junk and turn it in", but I never was alright with turnin
the good Lord only knows It seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano
sneaky worryin about where Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the
the glamour There was always gonna be Amateur dramatics Alot of bad behavior I would see (I is said like ah?) Glasses on the table One, two, three
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip
dare to join the line and order you back when i introduce me to you my face had turned to super red your steady beck and call boy playing on piano wanna
coats An upright piano and the boys in the choir Still remind him of just before he was born Remind him of just before he was breathing Strange misty visions of God Turn
up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
the thoughts that you know what they mean I hope that the answer doesn't come too late And the rule of thumb don't apply on me 'Cause the tables are turning
fell asleep in a chair by the fireplace And I woke up in the kitchen sink With an umbrella full of holes atop my head and I fell asleep on the table
again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano