I've found out Do you really even have a clue? You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you We had our place in time, this is now that we spend
We had our lights on the town Your eyes were smiling then You left me hanging around with all your wack friends You don't take me serious Boy, you make me furious Guaranteed, we
up, sweated or shot on the scene Sparked up, it had to be a dream But anyway, back to the - story That I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are talkin
: both] That's right, we 'bout to flaunt All day and all night Give you what you want Got you thinkin that we stinkin 'cause we got the funk We got it
dusk All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they speak for us? And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies
the kids asked mum, "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew, what to say to them Ken didn't wanna lie, he said, "The US is lookin' for spies So we have
she had none. And yet we both reached for the gun Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun,
of the dust, These hunters who are shrieking now Do they speak for us? And where do all these highways go Now that we are free? Why are the armies marching
The audience dies In the final frame It's the final game Now both sides are gone No funerals No priests No crowds singing songs No heroes in the streets Both sides
dusk, All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us? And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies
the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have
jail for her? Hell no Put my gun in the side, then I jumped in my ride We put the pedal to the metal and we started to slide Just remember this story
for her? Hell no Put my gun in the side, then I jumped in my ride We put the pedal to the metal and we started to slide Just remember this story when
stomach, grabbing the gun from his side Snatched the PD by her wig, motherfucker surprise The gun to the head of the Public Defender His family in the crowd
hit up, sweated or shot on the scene Sparked up, it had to be a dream But anyway, back to the - story That I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are
