About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car
About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car
, loose the locks Lease your mind and find a better rate If freedom feels like a first mistake Life in a day, life in a day Life in a day See you hoof
the same You've gotta make history one day at a time Like John Lennon and Kennedy I'm with them, yeah, 'cause I believe You gotta make history one day at a
A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across
Life in a day Life in a day No sense in looking for you They're going to get you one day Life in a day, life in a day Life in a day, life in a day
a day, a day in the life of America Yeah, that's just the way we live our lives in America That's just a day, a day in the life of America Yeah, that
'll find the higher ground [Unverified] Don't know how long Fall out We'll last But we'll find the higher ground I'm done with the life of a poolshark
you see then your life's a lie. There's no where left to hide. Watch your back, you'll lose yourself. This is a battleground! When will they know!
about a lucky man who made the grade and though the news was rather sad well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car
Could you buy me a day In your life When I'm wearing the clothes That you wear, And could you give me your dimes for a day And just for one day take
, see you later, when he got the good news, that's life shit Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque but
't see me anymore So back to my room I go with a gloom And I cry tears of goodbye A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long, lonely day I walk the
Did you feel small today, when everyone had gone? 'Cause I was beaten up and jaded by the news And underneath the skin, the truth is breaking through
How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through? How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through? How long on this longest day
Uncle Cuffie's the chief but my little knucklehead Cousin Mar', yeah, son, is a thief And we gave him a job, making three hundred a week But he slipped