all around There were few men left standin' that day Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965, the 8th of November 8th of November (8th of November
's in one 8 x 10 with 4 metal walls holding it in Through one plate glass window 'neath a blanket of dust Stands an 8 x 10 picture of us, there's an 8
her, she'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends stuck up their nose And they had a problem with his baggy clothes He was a sk8
Ooh, ooh Do you ever think about me? Do you ever cry yourself to sleep? In the middle of the night when you're awake Are you calling out for me? Do you
It's august 6th, 1982. And uh, we were jammin' over at the house. My pants caught on fire. We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken. And uh
Today's, uh, august 4th, 1982. I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with. There was a weed-wacker...we stole two of them. A
we vibin' What?! This is.....(Im' a str8 rida) another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida) (Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs (Im' a str8 rida)
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me mad I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive
In the heat of the night, when you know it ain't right But you do what you wanna do You do what you feel, 'cause no one can feel Like you Out in the
You know and I know, my clone sleeps alone She's out on her own forever She's programmed to work hard, she's never profane She won't go insane, not ever
I've seen your picture in the paper On the front page of magazines I've pulled the trigger right at you On billboards and movie screens When I talk,
Can you see the view? Can you feel the heat? I'm savin' my time for you, no time for me I'm up on the news, you're wild in the streets I'm under the lights
You want me to leave, you want me to stay You ask me to come back, you turn and walk away You wanna be lovers, and you wanna be friends I'm losing my
Whatcha tryin' a do to my heart? Whatcha tryin' a do to my heart? You go around tellin' lies And now you want to compromise Whatcha tryin' a do to my
I found my She?s so far She makes my head I found my soldier girl She?s so far away She makes my head spin around I found my soldier girl She?s so far
Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like
I'm sending you a letter Because I don't think there's much time Time to lear the cobwebs Time to bear the crime It's only a number It's only a death
must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm a
