Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down. It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato. That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees, Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was commin' after me. I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,īertha don't you come around here anymore.ĭressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea. Run around the corner, corner, Lord run smack in to a tree. and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch. you motherfuckers forgot something I'm not fronting. Niggas talk fly till I walk by And pop something. I had a run in, run around, and run down. He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a. I'm rocking sideways, motherfucker crime pays I need it, I get it, I got it, I chop it, I double the profit And bubble the pockets. I was all night running, running, Lord I wonder if you care, I had a hard run, runnin' from your window. I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.Īlthea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.Ĭan't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing.īeen talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. All the little things that need to happen for us to get it through our heads. She needed a ride to the mall, I said stall, I got st to do. I know where Im headed when I hit the road. There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm). Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me. Loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire, but baby don't get burned. Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.Īin't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned.
You may meet the fate on Ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. You may be Saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.Īlthea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim. I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.Īlthea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
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