we're tough and able,. Quite indefatigable,. Between our quests we don sequin vests,. And impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot,. I have to push the pram a lot.
Diggin a hole and the walls are caving in. behind me,. airs gettin thin but I'm trying,. I'm breathing in,. come find me it hasnt felt like this before. it hasnt felt like home. before you And I
, your daddy's socks rolled down. Sticks, snow floats and aviator caps with flaps that button down. Movie stars on Dixie Cup tops, and knickers to your knees. Ahh, do you remember these? The Hit Parade
Dear Mr. Gable,. I am writing this to you. And I hope that you will read it so you'll know. My heart beats like a hammer. And I stutter and I stammer. Every time I see you at the picture show
thin air, there go Game, nigga where?. Posted on the block in them black Airs,. In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,. Yeah, that V12 is roarin',. Flyin' through the city with the
muthafuckin' gang bangin' Nightmare. Wake up mudafuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs. For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood. My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood. I used my rap