I've got my pistol in the car, uh-huh. I got my stereo in the car, uh-huh. I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh. Why don't you come to my room and clean my pistol, no duh.
I've got my pistol in the car, uh-huh. I got my stereo in the car, uh-huh. I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh. Why don't you come to my room and clean my pistol, no duh.
The streets are just blankets and we sleep on their silky corpse. Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up?. Oh, no. . Well, of course, of course, of course, of course.