Do I look like a car crash Baby tell me it aint true Cos if i look like a car crash I don't know what the hell i'd do Everybody tells me i'm out of
Well, what can you do When all that surrounds you Says slow down Deckchairs and cigarettes (Theyre sayin) Lets go to San Diego Where all the crazy kids
(Well hey) Don't it feel like everybody is in on it Cos all this talk of getting away It just goes on and on Well tell him and all his best men you'
Well sure has been a while Well I was just here killing some time Watching people go by Left my sins down by the sea Don?t you know that no-one likes
Lately I'm gettin the impression That my baby Is moving down to LA For the big lights Flashing and reflecting In her big eyes Hey nothing here could
Well tell me where it all went wrong And tell me where you lost those damn songs I can't say I was surprised I heard a drink was involved Oh you gotta
Yeah you're burning Oh you're burning My ears with your travelling tales But my in laws; oh baby my in laws They're trying to tie a young man down
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill
thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other
hunted child Hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man When they
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
an old punch buggy, bought the place of their own But the biggest kick they ever got Was doin' a thing called the crocodile rock While the other kids
out the door? It doesn't hurt like it used to before Where's the love that we couldn't ignore? It doesn't kick like a pill anymore Where's the thrill
This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin'
career going sky high Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching you should be a thrill,
livin' good Now they get my voice mail, hear them callin' me rude Sometimes I feel bad most of the time I don't 'Cuz if I don't protect my shit other
up upholstery and unnecessary frills No, I don't think that I could bear Drivin' somethin' other than a belvedere In a belvedere I can really get my thrills
