Wasting time, wasting time my heartbeat beats like a tom tom 4 AM you bang the drum clock beats beats along It gets so hot in my head but I'm ... fine
Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that I fight
Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I'm
: Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that
: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I
my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk in line You can find me in my wigwam I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom Pull out the pipe
so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't hand cuff, you can get the whole damn crew Get in
be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town See the blind mice? We the blind mice Trying to get in where we fit in Doing anything to be down Two hundred
(Tom Waits) Hang on St. Christopher Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And
alright) (ay man get you bad ass over here and listen to what these people got to say) (wild hundreds whasup, Chitown) (
to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene, or -- as they say in new york -- sophisticated. I'd li Illustrate with several hundred
, 'cause you added one, That is to say, ten, to the two, But you can't take seven from three, So you look in the hundreds place. From the three you then
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do
insidious kid, that you barf off Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro card I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb concepts in a thimble Simple
THE ONLY I'M GETTIN' LAID OUT IS WITH YOUR MAMA, COMMAS COULDN'T STOP ME, SEMI-COLONS AND HYPHENS WHEN I FREESTYLE TWO HUNDRED WORDS A MINUTE, ^&%* SPEED
Make an unwise decision call the wonderful 99 It was way back in the nineties a dollar still was worth a dime An international coincidence made newsweek and time A hundred
I hope to gross like ten cent per groupie Now only if I had two G's per strand Ask my anchor banker, he understands I used to wrap my hand around a cold
one hundred, I kept losing track I wrote a hundred letters, no one wrote back I told a hundred stories, and all of them got twisted I sang a hundreds
