life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at Chorus w/ variations Lord can you help me get there? Please let me get there *piano
with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass A bitch with none
while caught our breath a while I told her how the purple flowers glow along the river side She told me all she wanted was me home with some time I
The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano She's so light, she's so free I'm tight, well, that's me But I feel so good with darling
way Why do you pick me up just to cast me away? The love I gave, never quite enough You really got me stuck, I need for you to set it straight So let me
on me i aint trying to get a tan? and this the last time he'll have me crying in my hands so im heading to the club to try and find me a man. bitch
everywhere, I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell "I have lived in the same place for a long time It is time for me to go some place else
this talk of time, talk is fine But I don't want to stay around Why can't we pantomime Just close our eyes And sleep sweet dreams Me and you with wings
by, just to get by When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength That made me angry and bleed With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and
stay home don't ask where I come from Conquer from beneath I sparkle when I speak This bug me on the in the inside fuck it I'm a geek A lovely individual hug me
in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with
like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each page What before the first bar was written
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
like the sixth sense Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park You couldn't even really play tell me why did you start Spittin' sharp blades laced with
to find my baby n' bring her home with me You better run into me baby and be convinced If you don't run into me, woman, you ain't got no sense 'Cause
Black hoods, cops 'n projects Sewers flooded with foul blockage The gutter's wild and every child watches Changin top locks with ripped off hinges Doors
