are you gonna find the time to take a look around To find the things that make you smile, the things that bring you down When are you gonna find the time
thirteen, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin After you mom does the
bliss) Well i've been running round this globe for a coupla spins now grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
find light in a world that has blacked out Your middle fingers up, yeah, put 'em up, we've had enough We take a shot to the chin with a grin, we're
t eatin' that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
Having nothing better to do with my time I wandered across these emotions of mine Finding features that stuck in my head, I'm trying not to think of you
When I don't know what was going on, no, I never really heard Why don't you wake up to what he's got Do you have the time to find out if he's lost control
from the crimes that stained him? Now he'll have to wait, like on an empty station Maybe change his name or find a new vocation So nobody's caring, when was the last time
mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes (bass) Jay anderson (string bass) Ed mann (percussion) Chad wackerman (drums) Ike
a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy
bank, 7 bedroom house, i'm rich, so on my 30th birthday, I'm out Nigga, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit betta lines, betta rhymes Every time niggas
-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin
like who is it Chorus:2xs [Jim Crow] The backstabbers keep an eye out You better watch out, before they find out Where you hide out, deep down south Shorty ride out, before ya time
Bliss:] Well I've been Running round this globe for a coupla spins now Grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
client's hair. She told me about Cuba, cigars and sacred drums, of arguments in bars, Dante, the color of christ and the only true poet. The south China
, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again, persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin, Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin