There was a time, there was a place You had a smile on your face And everything we are is innocent I?ll go back again I touched your hand the day we
(Note: This song is an instrumental with only 1 lyric) Sittin' at the station Waitin' for the train to come Sittin' at the station Waitin' for the train
's been a while since I was your man Used to shout up from outside Wake you up when you were sleeping Now I walk the streets, I don't recognize nobody It's been a
What's it like to be the only somebody in the room Tell us all what does it cost you to be you Takin' out Daddy's trash, now ain't it a drag Trippin'
I've been slipping down in the grass counting the steps to your back door i've been praying you'd see me pass knowing somehow you've seen me before i'
So just give up now I'll show you how Don't start a band Don't start a band Don't start a band Don't start a band
It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand We had a hard time but we tried to understand
'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home" Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone Laugh now, die later, motherfucker You's a
the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly planned for a
Friday night I pull into the station The same routine The same old situation Pushing through the crowd And then I hear a song I wonder if the good old
[Mika's cover of Dave Matthews Band's song] Satellite in my eyes Like a diamond in the sky How I wonder. Satellite strung from the moon And the
dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a **** It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch A part of
demolish in a single day Strike faster than a magazine, ace/deuce tray My beat is a death defying feat And every mom crack the shell, it's so hard to repeat My Beat a
minority token, a brother in the slammer A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta If you got a weak bladder
Verse the Crowd Get Excited, With The Heat And Clap First must Of Had A Hot Hand To Go In His Waist Band set He Had To Lick A Shot For A Top Notch Clan
body 'bout due for a tune up In this gas station, food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder Of exactly why we
girls in 1 cup Weezy Baby A.K.A bring the money homee Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny bone Laugh now die later motha Fucker Yuh a bitch like Zada
end of a life, it's just an observation, So take a ride we're stopping all stations. Verse 2 a?? Pressure It's been a long night the suns lifting on