drifting

hustling

goingdown

fairway and fairfax to bring ccrider, with long tresses fair

Walk along the park got my dick in my pants. Left with my hand.
Fucking degenerates. Left on me, someone else no fucking luck

you make the choice. historic properties and places, the next generation,
guns everywhere

we used to blow
i can't sleep everywhere I hear

touch your finger to my temple, touch your finger to my head
you're never coming, are you, sweet brother

darkness

did you ever, ever notice? well you know, I have a love

he had whores and wives, but for Belshazah it was getting late
his houses were built upon the sand

nothing else, no man. weighed in the balance divided,
could not stand with houses built upon sand

then the prophet, the man of god, found weighed in the balance
and with a gentle touch of the hand

sometimes

I sometimes I wish I were dead.
Touch and I'll.
husker du
Do you remember?

I knew once what that was.
hustler,
since been pimpin

If you'd ever shut up
I'd tell you

when I hold you to my chest
I heard that we were