Everyone's a junkie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everyone's a junkie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie
Ricky's been kicking the gong Lickety split didn't take too long A junkie's sick A monkey's strong That's what's wrong Well, I guess he's been messing
Ricky's been kicking the gong, lickity-split, didn't take too long. A junkie's sick, a monkey's strong, that's what's wrong. Well, I guess he's been messing
And a double takes it all A stranger rolls a double 5 And everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie I know it'
Vertaling: James. Junkie.
Vertaling: Taylor, James. Een Junkie's Lament.
: Ricky's been kicking the gong, lickity-split, didn't take too long. A junkie's sick, a monkey's strong, that's what's wrong. Well, I guess he's been
fall And a double takes it all A stranger rolls a double 5 And everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie Everyone's a junkie I know
Ricky's been kicking the gong, lickity-split, didn't take too long. A junkie's sick, a monkey's strong, that's what's wrong. Well, I guess he's been
Christians" Like to tie up those programming planners Make 'em watch all of that junk 'til their heads explode just like "Scanners" Leech-covered grub-eatin' fools on "Survivor" Look there's James
like a bag of Bravos Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU and Carlos I just stay funky like that Make you wanna my style like a junkie on crack Trick
time sound just enough beat to get on down So, you other rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam the junk
you wondered each day if the Underground Is going to stay down with the funky beats Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky And a fool
boy, staking the perks, pent house suites, luxury seats, room with the view eating delicious treats, no fat pockets, just black cards, shooting for the starts, rocket tin cars, James
stopping, we go in the house You can get youre time for just try to show out I'm trying to roll out, no doubt Comming to take ya ho out Popping that junk
way I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name When we finally got to speak, he just stared at his feet And mumbled a sentence that ended with James
to be A romantic rendezvous She's got me I'm hers A spell on me Look forward to seeing her I'm outta control She's my ecstasy I'm her junkie and she
mixer A churning urn of burning funk Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby A churning urn of burning funk Well, I'm a demolition derby A hefty hunk of steaming junk
