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I m sittin in a border palace
I m suckin on a Dos Equis beer
Yeah, I m sittin with greasy Alice
And I m suckin on a Dos Equis beer
And I want to be in Los Angeles
But it s bad enough, God Dammit
‘Round here

And I can feel my skinny body
Slip like a knife into her perfume
Yeah, I can feel my skinny body
Stab the walls of the naked room
Just ain t enough of that
tight white cotton to hide
her evil from my boom

And I can hear a red mouthwhisper
As she comes from down the hall
Yeah, I can feel her dry hips blister
Rubbing noises against the wall
And like a scream she said
that she wants it tough
Got nobody, somehow, that s enough

I m sittin in a border palace
I m suckin on a Dos Equis beer
Yeah, I m sittin with greasy Alice
And I m suckin on a Dos Equis beer
And I want to be in Los Angeles
But it s bad enough, God Dammit
God Dammit, God Dammit,
God Dammit ‘Round here

365 you call me all the time
I m picking up my line, U say I m looking fine
Talking bout how you miss and love me
How you and me were always meant to be
Then why did you cheat on me so gradually
I don t understand how you did this to me
Asking...

(Bird Of Prey)

Bird of prey,
Bird of prey,
Flying high,
Flying high.

In the summer sky,
Flying high.

Gently passing by,
Flying high.

Take me on your flight.
Flying high....

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
As time keep passin us by in my community
Wathcin the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin weed

[Bizzy]
Take a look into the gun, look at what we ve become
Daddy don t...

A thousand words that no one s spoken
Now there s nothing left to say
Another dream just got broken
You suggest you re not that way, yeah

I want you to love me
Want you to know I m just like you
Just like you

Another dream just got broken
Another dreamer just like you
You

A thousand words...

Drifting behind the sun, floating
Watch the satellites pass slowly
Why do they keep on spinning, flying?
Why don’t they ever come down?

Flying close to the sun, lonely
Watch the hours go by slowly
Why do they keep on passing, turning?