In this house. in this mess. this night can only progress. one night. ten drinks. leaves him passed out under his sheets. young boy. hes found alone
You fell down. hes here to save the day. hes so sweet. wish i could say the same. every pocket couldnt hold the amount of tension she made. and all this
I'll take a fall, i'll take my only way out. i'll take all chances that i've got right now and i'll watch you trapped, watch you crying for your life
Like a vagrant to be hung, your face dropped fast because you're young. relight this sun. and watch these fuckers burn. you think i sing of hate... your
a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage
put together gimmicks something like a collage since you putting on a show, you gon' get the appaulse clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage
boy I'll break your neck boy I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy we driving vets and bentley coupes boy I ain't lying check my garage, I tell
gettin' all belligerent Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage
the whole bottom is glass So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas That's my neighbor, the faggot disrespecting my mama No cars in the garage
poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin' my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke
on the job so I never call in while y'all playa hate I'ma keep ballin' There's too much cream to be countin' in the glass house with the Greek fountain
be cartoons like mother goose No joke I bust back Kid for real, watch your buttcrack Entourages, movin neighborhoods like mr. rogers Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
reach in my pocket lick What the dimmyo fo' we start roll up a Philly blunt I got silly stuck Get you high and we have plenty fun Park in my garage
't disrespect boy I'll break your neck boy I got niggaz that Sherm it up and get wet boy We driving vets and Bentley coupes boy I ain't lying check my garage
1-2-3 go I'm gonna be the bride for the 100th time Faded beauty eyes with some worry lines I'm not gonna crash in the friendly skies A tall glass of
little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor, one time there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
I get so damned depressed In a world of suffering, why should I be so blessed? I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado She built a monument of sorts behind her garage
of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses
