Rush hour And the day's dawning The rain came And pushed me under the awning The puddles grew and threw themselves at me With every passing car I'm shielding
We don't have to speak another word Let's stay in the moment, Here for good, Come baby lay your body down, Next to mine, Hold me forever, Wish you would
I am the small town linesman And you'll find me out here on the line. Searching ceaselessly to simply Find a place i can call mine. Every corner of this
it didn't begin So each morning - I'm calling From the rush hour with love From the rush hour with love From the rush hour with love Stop sleeping, stop
What you wanna say that's in my code See you later for the rush hour soul Took it all, now I feel like god It's tripping out my soul There's something
of coffee and a slice of Toast and the Star (or should we say, Norman?) is off to do battle with the Rush hour queues and traffic jams. In the rush hour
flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a piranha The ballin' is no illusion Paper tall as a tower I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a hour
laying around isn't making me any fitter Spent half an hour just sitting on the shitter (Oh my God, that is gross!) Yeah, I'm doing things slow, not feeling very rushed
the world know, baby, this is us I know everything isn't meant to last Box up all those photographs, you're moving on, yeah I could flip back over that hour
was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah
steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife
on his daddy?s guitar He lived every line that he?s ever sung He made believers to all that said it couldn?t be done He worked on his chops eight hours
ain't start out from your trunk Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink 'til
i gon find love club. I come close get a dose but it just ain't enough. Right guy wrong time right time wrong guy. What's the use? Why even try? What's the rush
way to tell but the night is ours, and tonight is all we need for now, love's no guarantee the thunder i hear must be my own rushing though my head,
concert you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man He's only 6 years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For 4 hours