tuned to a different station). What? The hunchmen finally expire From exhaustion, And greggery, Who has viewed the proceedings From a safe distance
K-9 called McGruff I said to him: ?Hey! You?re that famous crime dog!? He said: ?I only work from nine to five! And now it?s close ?ten-ish? and I
from some kind of refugee Running from something, turned out of somewhere All looking for somewhere, exiled from something And no one's really sure if this is home
of sixteenth century ruffians and hoydens, proud of their master's reputation as a libertine) CHORUS Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here
Here you sit on your high-backed chair Wonder how the view is from there I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor If
of bling bling make the bitches loud scream, pannies all clean, now here come the wild niggas talkin' loud on the bean, Listen buddy you way to close to me where I'm from
plumage yea The nigga is here the city is scared You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair We could really get physical here and the sky
sad And the walls are closing in Like the darkness around me It's so hard to look away When the daylight doesn't ever stay Above this dull apartment view
learn in university and college It water down and dilute I tell you street smarts wi carry you through life like a carriage From a survival point of view
K-9 called McGruff I said to him: ?Hey! You?re that famous crime dog!? He said: ?I only work from nine to five! And now it?s close ?ten-ish? and I got
, It only makes sense that my heart belongs where the sun sets. And when I start to smell the salt from the sea, I know I'm close, I'm coming home. And
that gave me this life Is being eaten from the inside I thought we never make shit right I wish I had of viewed it once clear before you were done here
wanna hear about you, where you from, where you been So I say... [Verse 1: Bliss] I sprouted in the spring of '80, sail the seas from A thrid world home
Driving home in my car, nearly midnight Rain on the road in my view Holding my heart, it's the first night without you On my clothes I still smell your
Hey you in the distance You smiled from my past Here's a song I wrote for you And all I'm left to do Is feel when I sing it She speaks in staccato And
broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I
than the trees surrounding close Wondering if men would find me fair, Footsteps down below break my repose The mist about my window hinders me From viewing
Here you sit on your high-backed chair Wonder how the view is from there I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor If you