and you My little sister My little sister makes more than you My little sister makes more than you My little sister makes more than you My little sister
In our town by the water everything's older the winters are colder than anything i've ever seen so close your eyes and hold on i'll button my sweater
Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side of this I just need a compass and a willing accomplice All my doubts that fill my head are skidding
some stayed on to finish what they started They never parted, they're just built that way We had kin livin' south of the border They're a little older
was a deceiver, now I am a believer But it took me, who I was and where I?ve been To make me who I am Oh, I?ve seen the little children all strung out
CHORUS [Saukrates] Little piece of sumpin' "Play" "Orginial rap" "Play" Little piece of sumpin' "Play" "Hardcore in hip-hop" [
I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees It's the ninties, and music got known for grease I got a sense of direction and a compass Come past MC's with compassion
up the love I was checkin' nice things you do, standing in the Starbucks queue You buy coffee for a stranger who's down on their luck Random acts of kindness flow, compassion
After the red ants The black-out comes peace and quiet Those little footprints Fleshed out calm in my mind I lay like a compass Digits accusing the sunrise
His father died and left him a little farm in New England All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin
all out little wars Who pray to return to salute The coming and dying of the moon Oh sleeping sun Assassin in prayer Laid a compass deep Exploding dawn
feelin? it Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat I think it?s time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat Quite
With their candlesticks and compasses And the Bright Ship Humana is well on its way With grave determination, and no destination The Flat Earth Society is meeting here today Singing happy little
at my wrist, hoping that the time is right When the planets will align, there will be no planets to align Just the carcass of the sun And little painted
return, return to the person that you were And I have to do the same 'Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone My compass spins, the wilderness
our lives Fill their dreams with big fast cars Fill their heads with sand Holy white, we'll paint that town The color of our flag Hey, there little
But being that I can't sing but the words are by me I got a little help -- eric sing it g Passion easily mistaken for compassion I know why you wanted
dude while he's slurping spaghetti Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little
