LAUGHING AT PICTURE UNTIL MISS BRIGGS WALKS IN THE ROOM. MISS BRIGGS: SHE IS RIGHT OUTSIDE. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET?S HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH
the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues
] Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts Wanna step
Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever I wish somebody would step
give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I
run the game) Don't know (Don't know) It's all a game... [Verse 1] Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced Lay niggas, up on
sound of a gun blast, then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly 'cuz cops tried to snipe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother
The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life G Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother
pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double, I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on
everybody woke up and said "fuck work" Webs of small talk, people caught up in this thing I try to relax, but I stay shaking like the blue
turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue
Ruby studs, satin spats Don't mean a thing All I care about is love All he cares about is love Give me two Eyes of blue Softly saying I need you Let
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? With a towel turban on his head Delilah Blue appears in the golden aura of bathroom light Tell you a little secret
destination Party time baby, its a nightly occupation Stepped out the pad, walked in the player's den On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen
and bad out of being white You can't say the N word without starting a fight (What's UP MY BROTHER?) True dance it'll be, I had two left feet Even
with little boy blue But half them kids Ain't seen their pops since like 1982 But down the street next to the swap meet That's the spot where the 3 little
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little
man's getting booked and fingerprinted Polo drives a Benz from state to stae By the way, guess who made his license plates Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues