Hanging out among the living dead Things seem to come up Short of everything You...
[Intro:] Give her space, give her speed Give her anything she needs Get her out...
(now i got to cut ya...) <scratches w/ too quik quik quik...> Yeah ha ha...
If I see you on the street and start to cry If it looks like...
[b.g.] Watch out Let them hot boys through nigga Get out tha way What nigga...
WHEN THEY COME FOR US IN UNIFORMS TO BURN THE...
I got a car and it doesn’t drive all over...
every day I used to write a song for you...
up to no good, incarcerated Crescentwood pushing insane, thinking I...
it’s a small world after all turns out that we...
one thousand bracelets, no style this damn Ayn Rand book...
last night well I couldn’t sleep when I think of...
every time my parents were gone they’d hire this baby...
SO LONG, WE’LL TAKE THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED WE’LL LEAVE...
WAIT UP, PUT ME IN A PHOTOGRAPH TEAR IT UP,...