How did I get here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Watering holes, water-holes
got on sneaks but I need a new pair 'Cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there The temperature's about 88 Hop in the water plug just for
I got on sneaks but I need a new pair Cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there The temperature's about 88 Hop in the water plug just for
six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the
home don't never seem to be a celebration Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Timbs on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six
there were days When you wish I had never been born But the years have drawn us closer somehow And all that's water under the bridge There's just miles
on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles
me Four. Five. Six Seven I don't like sports very much There's a vast number of sports that I'm not invlved in. There's water skiing In order to water
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man
at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all, Six long months I spent in Dublin,
, man, y'all done up and done it) My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that buddha to that toota-file Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles
've crawled on six crooked highways Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in
and time flashes A hundred blunts passes, before the God askes What's the square miles of the planet, why is the axis slanted? How much is covered by water
So we left Beirut Willa and I He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
train ran give your answer in miles to the nearest tenth A ball is thrown at sixteen feet per second from a water tower The tower's perpendicular to the ground and ninety-six
later The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by Now I'm six foot four with a sick
anymore There's a stranger in my place Looking out over Silium's Way Listen to the humming of the railway cars My hands frozen on the wheel Six hundred miles