the damn thang don't insult ya I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody And the game is fame, do every thang with a
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[Murs:] I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot Days got shade let me take you 'round the way Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city Where you wear
walls came down They stood there laughing They're not laughing anymore The walls came down Sanctuary fades, congregation splits Nightly military raids, the congregation splits It's a
Yeah alright There's a church on the corner in a harbor town Where the stained glass lets the sunshine through When Sunday morning rolls around The people
, these 4 walls (I thought these walls couldn't tell a thing) Talk..(had to tell)..talk Verse 2: {Yummy Poise} You wanted me You conviced me the love was a
on the chin I still believe everything that I read And sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's harder Sometimes it's on sale, sometimes it never fails And I have a
Locked in a room like a tomb to fall from bed to sickness and no one to witness this mess I'm left with. And you thought this moment was just a tickle
I bang my head against The walls of stupidity I bang my head against The walls of stupidity I'm a pill, I'm a powder I'm a needle in your vain I flush
Moaning coming from below where the prison cells are cold She does not understand what's going on Now the bell is ringing, communion time has come again Is Father Picard really a
On a cold dark corner i town An old soul standing his ground Sang his heart right out at the world Passing him by I can still hear every word Of a song
Yeah alright There's a church on the corner in a harbor town Where the stained glass lets the sun shine through When Sunday morning rolls around The
To whom I once could relate Now communicating seems hard When there's an ego barrier to break through Opinions of self opinion cloud a new horizon The vision a
I might have wound up in L.A. panning for gold Found me a woman to warm up with when the water got cold But I heard that there ain't no gold there There
' the clock on the wall She's hopin' when it finally hits him, he's wrong He'll come to his senses an' give her a call Across town, he's in a hotel room
All your work, all your work has been for nothing All this time, all this time that you wasted Watching out my window, snowflakes are falling, falling
peace While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot That's why
Y'a une belle fille Qui a tout ce qu'il lui faut Et meme le superflu De l'autre cote de la rue Elle a de l'argent, une maison, des voitures Des draps
