asked the rock, sitting in a shade of grey I asked the rock, he didn't have a thing to say So you are the only
and out, I'll keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow. Black girl.... Raised by a mama who, who, Hates her baby father so, so She dont have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a
listenin' to them 'Cause they're the slick that you hear in my talk Eh, uh, see I'm such a classy guy Designer shades hide my eyes I know Lord, with a
it, mama told me I was bright but despite her lyrics, a large heard across my sight I had to fight to clear it, like a runner a couple of summers I often wondered
clear I got mo' karats invested with soup, I'm a Texas icon a People's Champ Put on your shades when I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a
that heart and she walked out of my life oh a thousand times you know that i played it back and then rewind cause i can't explain what's all so clear
canyon Tryin' to swim upstream in a river of vacant eyed people Where they going so fast? What could be that important? And I miss Mama I wonder what
life just coming at ya a million miles an hour? You just gotta know, you just gotta know Somebody's holding it all together Life is like an elevator, a
through It appears to me quite clear now how one thing always remained true I have a gift that have make me wonders to write and sing a song It pulled me through a
in a river of vacant eyed people Where are they going so fast what in the world could be that important And I miss mama Wonder what she's doing Probably
. JUDGE: I'm letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends. Now get out of here. NICK: Frankie, sing good. TOMMY: The kids a singer. A
I can't forget you and I've tried, but I'm a deeper shade of blue And there's nothing I can do You're so far, far away Yeah, I'm a darker shade of me
[m. van Dyk: l. Boyarsky] There's a kid who sees the world A selfish kid: a good kid: a good kid By his own means he knew the price of life By his own
and Catch the next flight south connecting to my island life Look at me I'm a refugee from the island life I belong where the shade is palm and the
them 'Cause there the slik that you hear in my talk Eh uh see I'm such a classy guy (yeah i know) Designer shades hide my eyes I know lord, with a face