when they told you I?m the Rat within the grain Within this big misunderstanding now I?m being misunderstood I think'in someones trying to fuck with me And set fire
Outside of Town Hall There's a small piano bar Where a neon sign Keeps flashin', Bobo's Jessie plays a Yamaha Underneath the mirrored star And that
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
my strings You leave me hanging like a dummy You clip my wings I'm in a Chinese puzzle and I can't get out Will someone let me off of this roundabout. (Piano
costs a lot to look this cheap So get it like you like it Get it like you like it Get it like you like it Get it like you like it Fire makes it burn
work anymore The fire in our hearts doesn't burn like before We turn out the lights and we still close that door But nothing seems to work anymore [ piano
piano But we know what's going on Yes, we know what's going on We're the children of the choir, hey From the compound fire, hey And we know what's going
you walk in the streets and when I . . . when I heard of these from, from talk from my, from my home here, my piano! Gilly: Huh, my piano . . . It's
my warm body I gave him power over me A thousand glass eyes were staring in a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano and sweet chords rose
shit Eazy did a while back muthafuckaz said wasn't gonna work? (that crazy shit) Stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy Why dont you come out from the piano and
conversation Concocted rumours by out of tuners Are the must in lovers' concerto As long as we know at the piano We're serving meat with our
I like to say, I've made good use of my time while you've been away. And it's true, I've been in my piano everyday thinking of you. They talk around,
m on fire Babe, I'm on fire The blind piano tuner says it The las vegas crooner says it The hooligan mooner Holding a schooner says Babe, I'm on fire
us So, you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity, let icon be bygones I fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this I tried
, when you've had enough You'll find me on the edge of a runway, babe Tell the world that you love them in a melody Send my old piano and a telegram
to put their dirty hands on the cash, more keys than a piano, you like to travel, think all the fours that flows, reach the ammo, retreat to the shadows, fire
I'd like to say I make good use of my time while you've been away And it's true I've been at my piano everyday thinking of you They talk around I hear