Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go

That's why God made Mexico And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Margie said Roy you ain't listening to me And I got a whole lot more to say Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys She ain't seen nor heard from him to

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

You give me butterflyz Got me flyin' so high in the sky I can't control the butterflyz You give me something that I can't deny Something that's so free I just can't control the way I feel Lately when I look into your eyes, I fly You're the only one I

So up rolls a riot van And sparks excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got chased last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though for the

And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you are requiring still You've got to dance little liar Just like those fibbs