Today is the first day of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's all right I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older I'm not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep

Dear, oh dear, what a sorry state we're in. This time there's nowhere to hide. We're facing the firing squad side by side. 1986. This is full relapse. They said the ocean's on fire. Say it isn't true. Say it isn't true. The truth never hurt so much. Can

State, state, state, state of the art (Hold the phone, it's so) (Oh my God, it's so) (State of the art) When the cotillion arrived We threw out the television I'm Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

I need nothing to be a man Because I was born a man And I deserve the rights to live Like any other man My resistance is getting weaker I cant stand the pressure I cant get any weaker My mind in such a state Sometimes it makes me sick

I hear the train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a