Sitting on the corner watching time float by, Nothing to do lets get high. Head to school,. Wait on the bus, Waitin for an hour, Is this a most? Sitting down the back rolling a joint, Heading to school whats the point?
Stay three classes and hit the door, See ya's later I wont be back no more, Jump back on the bus already quite high starting to think my life is one big lie.
Meet with with friends and brothers alike, Running low on money off to rob him,you or a bike. Thinking back I was only a kid when I done all those nasty evil things that I did, But I sleep easy at night cause Im to stupid for regret, Im heading to the bookies Ma wants me to place a bet, Lets hope the horse comes in, Its crazy when they do, I dont go out robbing I eat fancy just like you
No luck on the horse me ma's hit the drink, Now its not just boredom, My anger begins to think,. Wants to come out and lash out at all, I can feel the good in my soul, It starts to crawl.
By now its getting dark and the charm is gone, Im with cut throats and robbers for way to long, Meet up with the boys and run around town, See all those faces looking at us with a huge frown, But this is the street, Here we wear the crown. Sins and love come each day to those who wait, My life it aint bad it aint great, For my soul it might just be too late.
Wake the next morning and think of what I done, Roll a joint laugh and fake like it was fun, thats a tiny part of a long story.. This is the start. Bet you my end could be quite gorey. That takes me to another day, Once again just trying to enjoy my lost highway.
Stay three classes and hit the door, See ya's later I wont be back no more, Jump back on the bus already quite high starting to think my life is one big lie.
Meet with with friends and brothers alike, Running low on money off to rob him,you or a bike. Thinking back I was only a kid when I done all those nasty evil things that I did, But I sleep easy at night cause Im to stupid for regret, Im heading to the bookies Ma wants me to place a bet, Lets hope the horse comes in, Its crazy when they do, I dont go out robbing I eat fancy just like you
No luck on the horse me ma's hit the drink, Now its not just boredom, My anger begins to think,. Wants to come out and lash out at all, I can feel the good in my soul, It starts to crawl.
By now its getting dark and the charm is gone, Im with cut throats and robbers for way to long, Meet up with the boys and run around town, See all those faces looking at us with a huge frown, But this is the street, Here we wear the crown. Sins and love come each day to those who wait, My life it aint bad it aint great, For my soul it might just be too late.
Wake the next morning and think of what I done, Roll a joint laugh and fake like it was fun, thats a tiny part of a long story.. This is the start. Bet you my end could be quite gorey. That takes me to another day, Once again just trying to enjoy my lost highway.
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