Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it So I'll call her the first Mrs. Jones We were married in September and it lasted till November
keep my dick wet Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb til next year, I got a call
station there'll be no smiles and no celebration For daddy there'll just be a black hearse waiting and no brass band at the station We left two years ago come next September
rests in a thousand dreams inside your hearts. It rests in the message of hope in songs of a man so many young Americans admire. Ronald Reagan, September
nutsac Departin domes yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper I got your funeral date set up for next september
Big feeling Come next September I'll be out upon the road again And there'll be times when I can hardly even say your name But now we're sticking to the
bit nearer to delivery Mayhem text's me about the press and TV See if I've taken any ES so I can get some sleep Nap on the settee, the laptop next to
back alley tough On the foreshore while kids in the needling rough Stayed low, in and laid till they'd had enough Of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September
rusty train track ties We'll carve new streets and sidewalks A city for small lives And say that we'll stay For one more year Wait near the end of September
dreams I still feel your touch Lying next to me, feeling ecstasy Take me back, turn back the hands of time When you kissed me in the warm September rain (Warm September
sand blasted me in the eye I found refuge on the top of a tree placed there by the 20 foot tide. III I awoke the next morning after being unconscious
I'm Tired Of Storm Weather, But The Sun Is Always Shine In Day So Just Remember, The Next Time You Fell Like December Remember The Nigth In September
and stones will never trip these clones So we just nit these poems to clothe and fit these homes Of the needy, indelible graffiti sokes in Then gets buffed the next
Cell, Bathroom On A Plane Tapping On The Door While I'm Taking A Shit See Your Always Tryin' To Come Up With That Next Big Hit Everybody Who Hated Can
some DNA samples that match The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you blacked out, took that blow In September, you can't remember
the next week. well you know that i hate a lot of things, but i also hate a lot of other things. oh yeah. well i've been feeling cold since september
nigga pro And it's true, count all the fellas she flew through She even juiced Jack the Jew Jackie I'm scarred of you & I remember that '87 September