She was a ballerina on a subway train Stiletto heels and a candy cane Looked like a number on a station wall Hot on the tail of a social call I wet my
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream. Selling cigarettes
Sad reminders of what seems years ago Warm southern sun shines through Station wagon windows like solar energy And when in the night your brother turned
live my biz who im with, what i did Who im with, what i did Why you cant let me live Just let me live How you gon hate on a kid Picture me, yellow coupe, candy
the operating table. one blind eye pulled from the stems. the other frantically recalls memories like news broadcasts from an a.m. radio station. realizing
Cotton Candy was king On the midway that spring And when I saw you In the ring on the lawn Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's Unfortunates can go
coughing bunk persona to light (I might) build anti-malignant railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station
). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick and tired, of all the cowards at the radio station. No
If I had a genie in a bottle I'd make my mother the president I'd buy up all the radio stations And find out where the hell the aliens went My three
I'll remember those moments forevermore As the days where nothing had changed at all Found a long lost picture Of the car we used to run Cotton candy
Beyond the satellites: Sweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world's history Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts
do Fat B and Tuck (ride glass out on that buck, on 24's cause that's what's up) Talking down step ya game up, yeah change your game up (candy paint the
, top drop shag shown Candy drip-drip-drip-drip, we get our money on Thanks to Algierz, Red Monkeys, yeah, I'm strapped up We ball for real bro, go ahead and get your stats
Stale coffee, auto-mat Tired candy staring back At my ghost in the glare of florescent hues Transparent plastic wrap This could be the only map That
They're supposed to be free Anyone who buys anything from him's a dummy Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an' money An' how is kickers in
Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers That gotta be in the bed before 9:00 Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly baby Now who they want?
corner, over the bridge, that dirty water, College campus, mighty minds A reactor right behind Passed the candy factory, Salvation Army, fire station