'round my brain Mama come here quick That old cocaine 'bout to make me sick Cocaine, running all 'round my brain Late last night, about a quarter past
said, "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said, "Tell me about it" Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast It was all over by quarter past
, I said "Ouch". As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said, "Tell me about it". Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast It was all over by quarter past
I've got a great big problem that I can't fix I think it's quarter to three when it's half past six Everything's early or way too late Now I never can
forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square station Every day at quarter past two
I'm givin' the dog a bone Slight hunch without the vaguest clue To keep the blood balanced, now we're coming around again Half past 9, quarter to two
numbers I've turned twenty one, I've twist I'm bust and wrong again Rubbing shoulders With the sheets till two Looking at my watch And I'm half past
It's a quarter past two Turn on the strobelight Give it get it give it come on Give it get it come on The flash is hypnotic It got me paralyzed Give it
fucking world Any utterance unaimed will be disclaimed Will be named Two Rappers Slain Any utterance unaimed will be disclaimed Will be named Two Rappers
came screeching from different directions& picked ?em both up ?fore they stepped off the curb ?Cause in the hours past midnight they stop keeping tabs The carnival quarters
cornered, drawn and quartered you've forever bound this beast to you and when we sleep, it sharpens its teeth it licks its jowls and, threatens to gnaw
Some were laughing some were cussing as they worked Saw one of them making love to a local girl I was minding my own business, it was quarter after two
together How could Something so wrong, feel so good Better than ever? And in the middle of making love We check the time We get nervous 'cause we know it's a quarter past
, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking. Carrying her home, in two carrier bags. CHORUS In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past
can a man like me Be walkin' around in a world of misery? And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine 'Cause they be walkin' past me like I'm
Catching a flight from L.A It's been three weeks I've seen your face Touching down, at a quarter past 3 Lucky you, you must be home, asleep I wait for
when I'm broken in two Now I'm nobody without someone like you I'm tremblin' inside, and nobody knows it but me I lie awake, it's a quarter past three