old highway Sleepy headed painter said the girl wasn't real better get the (kwee) on my way On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago You will find tiny pieces of my heart
happening I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity JAIME, I killed the robots and I'm sorry Broke down in front of you, embarrassed but you lent a heart
been postponed indefinitely. Seven words. Here a little piece of advice. Direct from me to you. Lay off the caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago
And, and bass up the track a little bit 'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'? Yeah, yeah, you know the bizness Common
Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall
: (broadway-style fake singing) Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride To chicago every day, oh... Thing-fish: Oooh
your hands on a piece of the pie You'll never get answered when you're asking why Watchin' television when I heard somebody say Your friend is insane Oh! Can you hear
back door opened, shit I hear it close and my belt unlock Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog From Montgomery Wards in Chicago Sometimes
mess, a bucket full of bling im the P cut boy i tuck em in the whole piece you mutherfuckas is lucky i dont wear gold teeth [50 Cent] I hear alot of
for the younger generation to blow You know I brought my nigga with me D-Block Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars The doctors had to piece
to answer, 'cause God's not on my side I rode to Montana and California, too Down to Arizona, yeah, yeah, that's where I met you I hit the road, Chicago
July. We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago
piece of the pie Yeah everybody get?s their little piece of the pie [Paddy] I enjoy speaking my mind And blaring records late at night And everybody get?s their little piece
It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago
, painter said the girl wasn't real and I better get on my way On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago You'll find tiny pieces of my heart scattered
your heart Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago Now