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The Dirty Heads Lonely One

now I'm alone Well now I'm the only one Cause now I'm alone Now I'm the lonely one Now I'm the lonely one Beneath this lonely son I roam the streets

You gotta Pack up you dirty looks Your songs that have no hooks Your stacks of Modern Screen Your portrait of the queen Your mangy cat away Your baby fat away You're headed

' leave my heart here broken 'n lonely And if so I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm on you I'm on you [Dirty Money:] Tonight I'm fucked up in the head 'cause

Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then

na It's Friday night, dark, scary Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery And it's foggy, cold and smoggy Hear a dog, a howlin' dogie I'm scared, should've brought a shotgun Would've, should've, but I ain't got one

Well, I woke up, Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert

remainin' (?) Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance. Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty

head down for the night. Still the pictures flowed day and night. There's no escape, there's no remission . . . This one's us in Paris, and this one's

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking] Yo 'Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling