Baby, baby, oh yeah I got the story listen up, listen up, listen up I got this story about this player named Jimmy He used to get down for me Whenever
Where my real niggaz hard like me speak your mind to the fullest degree the truth will set you free holla back If you aint weak to be throwing it down
(Damn what time is it?) It's three o'clock Are you coming by my spot I'll was feeling sexy, but I guess your not Never available when I really want
[Phone Call] Girl we gotta find some time to hook up and I'll tell you what I'm going through is it me or do people hide when they find trials of time
Wake up & shower we gonna meat in an hour I'm already shaking my anticipation loosing my patient yeah 3 days I've been waitin' Cant get no concentration
Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady? Out here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters
Yes you should have seen her face straight out of peyton place pseudo movie star total disgrace beggin' on her hands and knees won't you just love me
Staring in your blue eyes Seems like yesterday Pledging to each other Love would never go away The fire would burn forever I'd always be your man But
Telling me what to do with my life Telling me that I'm no good Telling me that you are the very best Driving me up the wall At one time you were on top
You know my will is broken, you've got my heart on hold I'm lying here in pieces, so cold It gets so hard to handle, all the things you need to say But
NOTE: The actual title of the song is "I've Got All This Ringing on My Ears and None on My Fingers". You're a canary, I'm a coal mine 'Cause sorrow is
Born in '65 A bouncing baby boy A million dollar smile A brand new box of toys Every mothers dream An innocent child to hold Untarnished by humanity
Angry on the outside angry on the in Disgruntled with the thing I see Looking for a future that lies in your hands Is such a bad place to be Educated
it It's back to the halfway house {Chorus} I look back at my high school daze With a gun in my hand One step closer to madness I stick my head in the sand
The bad blood blood is dripping Down the wall Your sneakers are slipping Do break your fall You thought it was a game Till Johnny got his gun The
AMERICA SUCKS! Yeah, what the fuck! I'm thinking of moving overseas The heart of this country has fallen apart and the people, they grovel on their
Beat down like a pile of junk Politically incorrect We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect Six kids and an empty wallet With a hole
I'm an open wound I can feel it in my gut I lie face down in my excrement And try to belly up Unlike a fish I can't swim against the tide So I keep