a fist bout a her eye, kiss my dick never good-bye Fuck around and break ya leg, hoe, if ya tell a lie Biggest booty in the club, ah, I'm the dad you
empty life and this knife Rests on the middle of me bed, I think in all the things she said Close my eyes and sleep All these drugs in my head, it seems
town Where no one left is scoring That's how the story goes Voices in my head start screaming Seeing stars but I'm not dreaming Sinking in this empty
in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone Your son says, "Hi dad." Your dad
was just starting to fall apart Mom and dad was arguing a lot So mama moved back on to Chalmers in a flat One bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
Empty frame on the wall Cat and mouse, when she don't call And all I do is think of her The TV screens picture's blurred So take it away, take it away
to his marrow When he heard that note. Bobby: The opinion of the tufted grouse Is you'll play to an empty house.
on top of them They see them diamonds, they always sparklin' I be illegal wit that Desert Eagle I hit you all up in your head in front of your people Nigga, I empty
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
time Wipe off your feet and wash your hands And as we did I said Hey dad, ever seen that tattoo dance? He got all teary eyed and serious Shook his head
off your feet and wash your hands. And as we did I said Hey dad, You ever seen that tattoo dance? He got all teary-eyed and serious, He shook his head
bounces off of an empty table Jenny asks the astronauts to sleep with her behind the stable Christmas hasn't been the same since dad put in the central
me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good How dare you me assimilated, ya crazy 'Cuz the gap between me and my dad
Look at the moon above our heads Oh the night is old but it's not dead Let's talk of the things that we used to do 'Cause the future looks too bleak My
who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around Well I'm far too old to care about that now What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head A nigga
Farewell to Ed For Ed is dead The careless boy Laid to rest A velvet floor To place his head An empty bag A wooden chest Still beautiful in death The
Time So She Smilin To The The Point That It Hurt When She Bite Down And She Simply A New Model Stay Spendin Dollars But She Got Less Sense Than A Empty