funny 'cause at the rate I'm going when I'm 30 I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
in the back of the club I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub Hoes showin' mad love (yeah! yeah!) 'Cause the money be right I'm outta sight
ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy, I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds they know that I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin
bone I left Texas to follow Lucinda I know I'll never see heaven or home No I'll never see heaven or home No I'll never never see heaven or home
Little black girl, red dress Hot night with a broken shoe Little black girl, you shoulda never left home There's probably someone still waitin' up for
pouring and you didn't bring a sweater nebraska will never let you come back home and on hollywood and wine by the thrifty mart sign any night i'll be
ride up I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill There's very little leeway I seen the
luck dames And I don't care if they miss me, I never remember their names They say if you get far enough away, you'll be on your way back home Well, I
Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you Whispered to me You'll never be going back home You'll never be going back home
Is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my only little wish I'll
I still love Tom Petty songs And driving old men crazy And all while Little Eden is waiting So you sing me a slow song And I'll drive you crazy Tonight
baby I still love Tom Petty songs And driving old men crazy And all while little lita is waiting So you sing me slow songs And I'll drive you crazy Tonight
Separate the weak from the awesome Me hard to keep, I gotcha I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha [Chorus] Jagged Edge Girl, I?d trade it all, money
on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all Fabolous: I assumed I'm so into you cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you when
(missi) {Wait a minute Mothafuclka} Then I gotta call from (Diddy) Then I gotta call from (fifty) Then I gotta call from (Jimmy) Then I gotta call from Jack like I
the saddest So I care where you at, black and at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin? my telephone I never live alone I never walk
tonight, I say it's alright Tell your poppa you'll be home when the good feeling dies But not me, pretty ba-a-aby I still love Tom Petty songs And driving
mase Thought it be fun to spun on tape Now you wish you would have stuck to drum n' bass But you had to be hard on the blue ball When you never gang banged