I. I look but never touch.. She says I drink too much.. I only think about myself, sex, and the couch.. You.. You light up my whole day.. Whenever you're away..
Yeah, J-eah. . Here I come. Force like a vector, radar detector,. abandon you cause I'm a defector. Loyalty reflective, crooked lie objective,. never trust you cause you are deceptive.
Another day, another clean break. Another cigarette and I think I'm gonna be okay. Some other way, some other mistake. Some other reason saying that you are never gonna stay.
(Justin:). Well, One Time You Lived With Me. ?. Till She Was Mine, (YEA!). Just Put It OOON! (YEA, WELL). (Ali:). ? Beautiful Wife. ? Beautiful Thighs.
Oh come on!. . Late out the door. Grab my clothes off the floor,. Backpack and books. 'Cause school is a chore. Coming straight down the block. Punk rock ain't no shock.
You got to go loco, this ain't no joke yo.. Too much hype on the television and radio.. What you wanna buy, and what you wanna be,. 'cause what you want is right there on the TV screen..
On track on track. Never look back. When bad times seem to distract. You got to make your way, don't you know that. . Don't wait don't wait. Till it's too late.
Take a trip in your mind. Open up and find. All the shit that you never knew. Cuz choices is why. Women don't try. To color in a black and white VIEW.
Enrique played in a band, down at the sand. He hustled women and worked on his tan. Drove an IROQ camero quadraphonic 8 track stereo. He was a sharp dressin' suave, cultured and smooth ladies man.
Well I'm back again, you thought you got rid of me. I talk too much and all I care about is me. I'm back again, I'm here to waste more time of yours. I just needed a couple of bucks or maybe more.
I've got girls, they're in my room. The only thing's my room is not here. Ten till two the clock will move. Detention hall is better with beer. . I can do it all in my room.
'Cuz I'm a user, a shmoozer, a big dollar loser. That doesn't matter 'cuz my friends call me a bruiser. And I, get chicks, so many chicks want me. 'Cuz I'm not funny, honey, a big oafy dummy.
What the fuck, what the fuck is going on?. Let me set it straight on the topics that I'm flowing on.. Like Chuck D, Public Enemy to the nation.. Or, call me Busta Rhymes, cuz that's my occupation..
Why's this motherfucker lookin' at me. Is there something more that he wants to see. I've got a gun and the muthafucka's loaded. One more punk and you're dead and bloated, because.
I never wanted to go.. I never wanted a way.. A way to see it, believe it,. I know that you're not leavin' today. (x2).. Caught in a trap of routine..
You were my leading lady. And I really wanted to say. That you had some fine moves baby. I hope that we can groove again someday. And I can't forget the days.
I'm up and I'm allright. I'll Push on with all my might. I Got to find a way to get away today. . Because I am the man. What?. I am the man. What?. Who's the man.
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Mix, mix, stop now move around (x2).. . Steppin up to the mic. Mic 1, mic 2.. Rollin' step out the bathroom stall we got pharmacudials and alcohol.. Watch smoke and the light bouncin' off the wall..
Chrome revolution. Microphone pollution. Satellite days with a textbook solution. Get back, slide off the track. Like a lyric in a haystack. Drunk off of crack.