world Your old time religion Is your lunch with the girls When I'm standing next to you Even in a crowd I might as well be On another planet Tell me
to me When I told daddy I felt I was old enough to leave He sat there at the table and I looked him on his face But he never spoke another word till
be a coward about it Just get loud with this crowd to show everybody you bout it Mr G-G-G-G-G, stop that Homes, you only known for 5 Heartbeat hooks
anything I bought her I pray to God that she would never get caught up With the wrong crowd every flower needs water 'Cause for every seed sown, another weed is growin
rain - (rain) - on my face In the rain - rain - to hide my pain - on my.. Hey I like to go out in the rain - rain - (rain) On my face - in the rain -
you kids can't fight in front of my place" So they pull'em apart, they both red in the face Like "I'll get you in another time, another place" So they
and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got pulled on And I'll super-soak the crowd, if I have to Nothing but Benjamin faces I be after, then I get
. In the darkest corner of the club. They're watching the band. Holding hands tangled leather n studs. Boots braces sucking on each others faces. Tonight you know it just feels right. Just another
on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had
school hoe that swallowed the egg nog I chill of course until I feel I'm the boss Until they got Lil' Cease face on the Source Got girls that be clever, that's on another
it's been snowing Even though some might disagree When business is still slowing Even if we subject to change Come up out them diamonds and rings Even all them dollars and change Nigga we home-grown
's a chill wind blowin' in my soul And I think I'm growing old [u) The Fletcher Memorial Home] [Paranoid Eyes / The Final Cut] [Jim Roberti:] The Fletcher Memorial, Home
darkened library Thinking dark thoughts Son at home he doesn't really know Fifty-four years seems so very old Throws the carnival's ad in the fire Flames grow
in the Bible baby please Move me, move me, move me when I'm home Why don't you move me, move me move me when I'm home Sometimes baby I awake in the night
a pothole, got into a car crash Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash A crowd gathered round, they're callin me fat Who you lookin at wit a face
