I got pictures of em all. I never told a story, or one that was ever true. And if I did you can probably bet that I lied about that one too. Hey, aint
Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-me That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now, don't you know that we Need you
Hey, Sunday Sun Let's go walkin' And we'll talk about some things Kick my shoes off, And we'll dream about some dreams Got to get away when the world
'Cause that ain't my name And that's lame I'm still running Running very late For a meeting Wait, that was yesterday Guess I'm early for the one next
can be better off dead I can a better son, boyfriend or employee But I better fix my head before I let that shit destroy me Yeah, you know me, that cat
his money away, hey But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get a
trying to get from here to there Walking to, passing through people everywhere I got on at my station, running through the fire Looking for an elevation that
his shoulder (ETHELL was a tree growing off of his shoulder) (hey, hey hey!) Billy had two big Caves for eyes, With a cliff for a jaw That would go up
don't get this shit... I might just throw this shit away or something... Cause I can't have that drama over here round this motherfucker man... Hello? Hey
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now Don't you know that we need you
Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin' else