a little too late for me to come back Its just a mistake To forgive me like that I thought you were wrong and you're gone Well i am a boy Which i don't
with socks? For the breaks of the no go zero Kicking it down, don't want to raise Diggin' up, diggin' the ways, have a good luck I ain't no abacus but
Take your brother down to the sea Have a two?s on a cigarette Young sons mozy happily Learn facts on the Soviet A crowded room that fits just three Takes
where the other brothers leave it be Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P. 'Cause the song birds don't
on the motorway (On the motorway) Then I slide down town To the bored satellite and the fight Walked in the door said sonny Ain't funny, funny, ain't
her coming I guess the carpet weren?t rolled out Sheila goes out with her mate Stella Gets poured all over her fella ?Cause she says, "Man he ain?t no
, oh, sometimes at least I fall, shit Put it up, I was to call home sometimes Well, I dance to the two step, look at you swing Not sure what I mean, don't
ve been I'ma holding, holding it Gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand Said, "Son, don't you understand This isn't the way out this is the way
came together Just enough liquor shoulda made to met ya A lot of people around here Lost the white in their eyes See the lust inside your heart And don't
corner that her grandfather left her when he died Said no surprise, I've had to use it quite a few times So Jay, don't you ever let us down, don't you
the walls as you lie in bed Know you're fighting for the one you love This time son I'm telling you to run Lost myself in things I shouldn't do Came
British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked
afford it Ticket to ride, connected by the hip Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket Four minute mile, dressing down by your friend You haven't
she ain't, no she ain't that low, three fingers down Or the other two up and I'll sing this proud Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't
right on through the city of sin It's the hard done bastards taking it in Well, I see what I say, save it on the way They can't sit bawling but they'
I gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die young' I haven't even started to do what I done You young don't listen
the powder one time Well, its' dear for the fire, hate for the liar Living for the bass and beat Close to the wire, no one wanna hire Didn't want a
They think were fools sitting on the corner Older you get the more like your father The more I drink the more like my brother Seem to have picked up on