, you talk with your hands. I took you by your hands, into another room. We talked about our fathers and lazy afternoons. The way, oh, you talk with your hands
' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times is hard, you stand
Had a partner tried to play me and his cap, I peeled Now I rest with my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper I low ride and I sag
give it all to not be sleeping alone, alone Remember the time we jumped the fence when The Stones were playing and we were too broke to get in You held my hand
to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand
boy, you can't fence that in Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream
this time even though this lust I'll dial her number and confess to her I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing So I stumble there, along the railings and the fences
you know, im stunnin man look at me i i i'm the man here i go im commin' man for this money ah do the runnin' man got in hand, we gone chop her wave that
just got to be done Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence Get right to work if you have any sense You know the one thing we need Is a left-hand monkey
railroad track There'll be no turning back Come tread softly through the night Don't leave me sitting here Up on top of your fence I'm like an alley
, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand
Life is as peaceful as a baby's sigh In my Tennessee mountain home Crickets sing in the fields near by Honeysuckle vine clings to the fence along
look at my front porch and this panoramic view I can sit and watch the fields fill up with rays of glowing sun Or watch the moon lay on the fences like
With their bare hands, holding nothing There's a million horses dragging down a monolith With these trademarks so bereaved Tied my leg to a barricade With a plastic hand
Now I'm comin' over, see me down at the station By the lane with my hands in my pocket Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain That was drownin
I'm comin? over, see me down at the station By the lane with my hands in my pocket Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain That was drownin'
The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence
you can show up at the party on dirty public transit and i guarantee the cameraman would still be snappin candids of you and your posse partying drinking watch you get handed