Verse 1 I got a question, what's a rapper look like? Is he tan? Is he black? White? Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe? Or more the cats that'll
I don't care that flowers grow for you, And me, and me You don't know what love is till you see, Her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair A
She was going with a cinematographer Everyone knew that he was really a pornographer They went down to the dance and grind And everybody was feeling fine
It's okay, it's okay, okay relieve me Pins in me, pins in me, in me you kill me The lounge fly, the lounge fly the fly you bring me I think I'm free but
They tried to make me go to rehab But I said no, no, no. Yes I been black, but when I come back You won't know, know, know. I ain?t got the time And
?m only safe 'Cause I?m tired of sin Well, everyday when the sun goes down Well, everyway when her walls come down My baby dances at the gypsy lounge
There's a honky tonk in this town They call the loser's lounge And I guess, I'm a charter member, you could say Since love has turned me down Nothin'
my drink to smooth things along The bartender, he looks kind of sauced But he always knows what's going down It's how you carry yourself here At the holiday cocktail lounge
havin' us a party down in the holler We call it the moonlight lounge Won't you come on down to the moonlight lounge Where the ceilin' is so blue Where
'm ruinin' my life I'm tired of all these honky tonks And that fly by night life Wel, tonight a bottle stands alone In the Dear John Letter Lounge Waitin
A long summers day, stretching out the cold Searching for the answers And some say I'm not alone Could you tell me, where I might find fallen horses?
Yea (Yea) Well, here I am at my front door And oh what an odor is rising It seems I've stood, on this porch at lesser times Now I've been down the road
Born is a human with a kung-fu spine Equipped with a detector of "What's on your mind" You jive, you shuck, you bob, you weave And when you're down you
I'm lookin' at my watch At all the time that's been stolen When I was carrying you It seems I've tripped and I've fallen Don't want no one to ache Oh
Paint the town Take a bow Thank everybody You're gonna do it again Are are the few, the proud You are the antibody Mind soul, and zen And the world's
You, you look to the stars for answers Your face glowin' in blue You smile at the thought that there's somethin' out there Suddenly a smile turns to a
Road man driving in the road van He's got to beat the clock to the next town Road man driving in the road van I set up the sound system for the band