[Chorus x2] We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs We posted up! We posted up with
: [Chorus x2] We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs We posted up! We posted up
Chorus: Baby Bash Man I'm just posted up Man, I'm just posted up I'm just marinatin' Man I'm just posted up Man, I'm just posted up I'm just marinatin
I'm good for inspiration, aren't I? You will find, well, close the door And I'll go anywhere you take me to From this bed onto so much more Care for
My mind is wide asleep My conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus
lonely place Lonely place before You find out He's been lyin' to you You find he had another girl But still you never Stand up for yourself You never stand up
, again, again, again? I've got blu tack on my back Got it signed with personal thanks Take it down, you bet, I daren't I'm hanging over like a poster
[Chorus](Sharron Sanders) you might see my riims spiiinin and all this big time and shinin' im postin up tonight lets get this money lets get this money
With his eyes hanging out of his sockets Memories crumbling Under steel resistance I was torn out like pages From the book of existence I woke up in
I, I'm thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images, and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God
Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening to last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath Where
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing It will be a natural anthem, familiar it may seem It will rally all the workers on strike for better
I was waiting for a cross-town train In the London underground when it struck me That I've been waiting since birth to find a love That would look and
This place is a prison And these people aren't your friends Inhaling thrills through 20 dollar bills And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
I take a breath and pull the air in 'Til there's nothing left I'm feeling green like Teenage lovers between the sheets Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba Ba,
to you You won't have to strain to look into my eyes I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won
I've got a cupboard with cans of food Filtered water and pictures of you And I'm not coming out until this is all over And I'm looking through the glass
Will someone please call a surgeon Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart That you're deserting for better company I can't accept that it