I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes. I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view. Lookin' at the world behind me make it bump bump bump.
I was working at the club in 1995. Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive. See, I would carry ice. And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned.
I think about the block keep it close like treasure. Keep it packed away where no one come in to. Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever. I thought you told me how you felt about it in your letter.