Cadillac smiles and the latest styles In this world they ain?t no part of me A hundred dollar bill can cure your ills In this world, but it ain?t no good
YOU WANT ME? YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME. *rhythmic sniffing* SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ... HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M YOUR NEW GOD. (Sir Mix-a-
like a disease without any cure She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore Oh you think you're so pretty EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Caught your
wearing suits brought the news That I'm wanted by the bank They say the rent is due, Caesar's onto you So you better remember your place Then they outsourced
's your private life? How come you don't hang around no more You're so serious You can't tell the doorway from the floor What do you need to cure your
Cause in some portions You'll think she's the best thing in the world She's so fly She'll drive you right out of your mind Steal your heart when you'
house of power I can feel desire of your shade Mystic haze's falling down on me In the circle of the forest trees If I want to live, I need your blood
cure from the pain Even my sun in the rain I?m fallin? in love, I can?t get enough 'Cause you?ll be my remedy You?ll be my cure from pain You?ll be
mail through the door Didn't know that Sundays Could be useful after all People can be cruel and spineless Hung around your house Waiting for your mother
Whether shooting hoops or selling dope at Will & Glen Public housing on Fridays pushing thousands Fifty fifty together we was moving mountains [Chorus:] One day they will come And try to take your
a figment of your imagination it seems It'll never be successful Please protect your neck before they squeeze I'm your biggest hater, you suck And even if you don't, you know your
never got a chance to say Like you look smashing in your fourth grade picture The one that we hung by the door In our house that was so beautiful Yeah
14th Was never born, he's always been The sins to expiate in front of him Will be the worst part of your dreams, of your dreams (Someone said it is a
/ Baby Huey / Huey Lewis and the News / News at 9 / 1980 / 87 was the year I saw the Run's House Tour / Tore your green card apart / A Part Time Sucka
looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down Ya'll run around and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure
lighting a cigarette, silver moon floats through the night Eris, Princess of the Isles, disperse your sparkling traces Lead him on to the house of love
secure? Will you sleep any easier now that they've evened the score? Is your mind now at peace? Has your way of life been defended? Has all of the pain
you) (Just pick up the phone) I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name Lying in your bed, following your dreams I listen to your voice