I'm on my own in this room with an awful feeling Nowhere to go, I'm a fool, I'll just lay here needing The only sound is the guillotine clock a-ticking
and tiredly blissfully vading friction and fire, cha. The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools To build anything your family choose, but within my rules All white shoes with
goin'? To a fire?] [Bob: Hey, speaking of a fire.] [Anything Muppet #2: Fire! What fire? Help! Help!] [Bob: No, there's no fire at all. But do
music and everything . . . This was our last hit single . . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something
composer, sonically robbing the nation when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers) water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard
blissfully vading friction and fire, cha The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools To build anything your family choose, but within my rules All white shoes with
2: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on Back to
on the run from my PO like WHOA! I remember spendin' shakes on the floor like WHOA! Takin' niggaz' numbers and we flip it like WHOA! Now y'all see the God on
. . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something better than that . . . [1:34] Don
: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on Back to the
it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something better than that . . . [1:34] Don: Good
