Fell into another one of your "I don't wanna go"s again Suck me in take me for a ride Fell into your fucking trap Don't wanna see your face no more I
I can practice restraint if thats what you want let me zip up my boots we can go for a walk If i ring you in you can follow my lead we can ride so fast
These old boots still got a lot of ground, they ain't covered yet There's at least another million miles under these old bus treads So if you think I'
You could be the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through that nigga's flesh Ain't no hope
in my bed And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner Got me feelin' paranoia
in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed, fiend for the green Nigga gotta make that money man I still be thuggin' in the khakis boots and skullies
pace and step on it Rip up the place if you want it Work, work, you know you gotta work, work I got the goods and I want you Put your boots on, baby
palm again Yay, yay You'll do no harm, my friend Yay, yay Will you be my G.I. Joe? In the boot camp of my soul In my boots I've dugged a hole And see
brick in the pot I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the
Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through
in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly I gotta get up more loot Time to throw back on the army suits and Timberland boots Blast at the
Life, I was a lonely man With my lead boots nailed to the floor Dancing the best that I can Sweets, took the pain away I saw a cold death at the end
time and future the popular people who can shout and spread a catchy rationalization lets give a cheer for androids, robots, servants and their masters "blind leading
I got a sweet soft fever rushin' around my head I'm gonna sleep tonight in Maria's bed Got on a dead man suit and smilin' skull ring Lucky graveyard boots
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
sittin sideways my way, have to do it Friday Im comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im comin grill witha woman on tha block first and the leads steady
