no standard anymore? What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself by yourself, stay away from me A lesson
knees an' bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson
The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' but it's on bass and drums even violins
shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac'
the seasons of the mind So he asked his wife about it, and his wife said, yes Come back and see me, if it's time to know less You do too much a questions
no standard anymore? What it takes, who I am Where I've been, belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself, by yourself Stay away from me A lesson
throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open
you period To sum it up, language is my essence f**ked up in all my adolescence till my mom was out of lessons laws of the convenience till I robbed a
[Intro] I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon) Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a.. Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!) Less fame, it's
But you are lucky man Because I've got some plans for you Refined violin lessons And the most celebrated school Poor baby, he uses his violin Poor baby
lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just
You film the dark in Technicolor And I?ll be wrapped around your finger If you?ve a lesson you can teach my heart You rescued me out of a lake So deep
anymore? What it takes, who am I, where I've been, belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me A lesson
Throw a penny from the window Watch an old man play a song On a twenty dollar violin He bought before the war Though he screeches and he scratches And
with tuberculosis I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage You could find me at brighton beach or coney island Or rikers island My crack pipe is my violin
standard anymore? What it takes, who I am, where I've been Belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself, by yourself Stay away from me A lesson
