I've got some questions in my mind. questions in my mind. . I got my elbow on the windowsill, hand on my face looking out to the world. A lot of questions lay awake in my brain and I'm still tryna suss out what I'ma say. And if I do speak, of some things, is it you in that stone cup? All I hate, so here goes. Why is it that when some guy makes it out of hood life they're like no we can't let you. And allow five-oh to rape girls then compenstate them like they the victim it's so wrong. And expect us working people to fund your wages for you to up hold the law, which is what exactly that I really need to know? Til then I stare out of my window..
I was born into money,. And sold down the river.. I was choked by the jailor. And fucked the gorilla.. I ran through the country ahead of my time.. I escaped through a keyhole before they erased me.
I met you on the palisades. The sun was spilling kerosene. And I was feeling wide awake. Girl, you can be so obscene. And when you sang a lullaby. A missionary called your name.
I can't, can't, can't say no. I can't, can't, can't say no. I want what I want, when I want. I can't say no. . It's a lot to say no, interrupt the flow.
I like this boy with baggy jean. Makes it hard when he looks at me. He's so cool got that face. That says come on girl. Let's go play. And this little voice.
Here we go. They're back again. Look alive. Warn your friends. We are warm. And we are safe. Enjoy it while you can. Before things change. . We have got to take cover, brother.
Strip me naked and put me outside. Strip me naked and put me out the pasture. Multitask could keep your head above the water. Smell of any money keeps the wolves from the door.
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