sit and wait another day there's a war going on in no man's land and there's some things i don't understand there's a father cruisin down the open road and
cut sit and wait another day there's a war going on in no man's land and there's some things I don't understand there's a father cruisin down the open road and
Never Tunnels Now dig the rituals for today, is good music So sit back, relax and dig the groove Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not
wasn't no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe
. Lip gloss is on her blow that mirror a kiss, and if your man gotcha stressin? put on your dress and don?t listen and sing. I can?t wait til I get there
?m stuck in traffic What am I about to do (hey) get to u While I?m stuck in traffic And it?s been a long day, baby oh I can't wait To get myself off this
a highway hypnotized by sun strokes passing by some dead bones flowers for the dead grow On a highway there are some workers pissing its starts my bladder itching can i wait for the exit
the snow and the rain I really like Drew Carey And I'd love to see The Rock 'n Roll Hall Of Fame So when you're done Doing whatever And when you're through
up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And
swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And
need And I want it now (I want it now) The freeways are packed And my fuel's burning I can't turn back Exits are stacked So I sit here instead And
home To call my own...and always return to and I want it to be you I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep, creating memories to remember and
and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and loops/ And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got jack to say/ And it's sad to say...I
might like to sit and talk about the carpet and the ceiling for a while (slug) wise men couldn't see it in they dreams but up rose the poets from the speed queens and
mistake I have learned to wait And learned you can make me I need something to sort me out I need someone to come and shake me And your exit calms me
floss the rocks and shit Quick to have your baby momma coppin' it Baby momma coppin' it Might as give you well till I take you home Make you wanna sweat and you sit and
writing letters 'cause I'm heading towards the rich's And I'm only writing letters 'cause your head game vicious Whats today's date and today's time Sit-ups, push-ups, and
own to get them excited About it as you shout it You don't tell them how go it And you repeat it and rock it Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside
