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The Middle East Lonely

We have material minds And restless hands Longing hearts And lonely beds But we purchase stuff And work too hard Use our heads And fill our beds What

a top notch, I keep her Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick All complexions, different nationalities Pimp game from from East Oakland, out to Cali Keep 'em teenage to middle

the west coast trying to make a buck Things didn't work out I was kinda down on my luck Got tired of roaming and bumming around So I started thumbing back east

me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight Oh, there's a chunk out of it's middle big enough

Come into the back and take your time and have a good look Old man laughs with flowers in his hair Newspaper headline "Middle East Deadline" Jazz musicians

is Check it out (Verse One a?? TQ) I'd like to think back to when we spent the weekend (Cuddled baby) Your sister's boyfriend started trippin' (And left her lonely

50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop

& "Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell, or was it just an accident?" (You know how I felt then, and so:) Before I could ask "was it the East or

that cold lonely crossroads Where you flagged Joe down, and There was a whole bus load of kids And they were just comin' from school And they were right in the middle