: It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I make 'em, then
playin, clean and simple Wrapped up, nice and tight In a home-grown, and down home, That makes a woman Cookin' up that old time long lost recipe, for
like me makin future plans And don't want me tryin' to live it down She ain't about to give an inch of ground, no.. Well she can take me for is
conception And I'll pay for the rest of your life As long as I mail my bills and look me in the eye You can have it now, but you gotta pay for it
on the spank line, uh, whoa, aw Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man, after that, it cost ya four And she'll be up for negotiations, if you call back for
I.R.S. Your ticket out of poverty Oh, we're the lost generation, I hold fate from a string Lookin for direction Reachin' out for anything, so
it I'm tripping and stumbling across the land, full of miracles Into a world so far from home, miles and miles from nowhere Rooms without doors open for
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, we'll be Standing on top of the world For a little while Standing on top of the world Till we got stung. Standing on top of the world For
place, no Only missed by a fraction, Slipped a little off your pace, oh, The more things you get, the more you want, Just trade in one for the
(open wide) So hot, so hot, so hot I'm a man on a mission, straight ahead Let's talk, more action, with no distractions I'm all conditioned, is it alright Go for
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from conception And I'll pay for the rest of your life As long as I mail my bills and look me in the eye You can have it now, but you gotta pay for
It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I make 'em, then
wide (open wide) So hot, so hot, so hot I'm a man on a mission, straight ahead Let's talk, more action, with no distractions I'm all conditioned, is it alright Go for
followed it I'm tripping and stumbling across the land, full of miracles Into a world so far from home, miles and miles from nowhere Rooms without doors open for
just playin, clean and simple Wrapped up, nice and tight In a home-grown, and down home, That makes a woman Cookin' up that old time long lost recipe, for