. Diddy But I just wanna get the record straight That when they talking about the shiny suit They talking about me And I own this five hundred million dollar shiny suit
for the soul You'll never make it in a motown suit No way to fake it man they're not your roots No, you'll never make it in a motown suit You can'
my ear said, "Everything stays here" But we know something they don't Sometimes what happens in Vegas Follows you home, follows you home Follows you home, follows you home
'll be your respirator, I'll be your pressure suit It's alright, it's alright I'll be your four leaf clover, I'll be your pressure suit I'll be your angel
thank you Man Somebody's been up there lining his pockets While the poor folks bleed from there eyeball sockets Somewhere a Mama's boy in a seersucker suit
big red cherry But it's hard to be merry When the kids are all laughing Saying, "Hey, it's Jerry Garcia Ain't he cute? The man in the Santa suit" And
little suit I'm a big man in a little suit It's tight on me, hard on you It's a short cut but it's a long way home When you think you can make it on
, smokin' cigarettes Just sittin' here waitin' for the man in the little white suit Just sittin' here waitin' for the man in the little white suit
A silhouette waits outside my window I jump up and I shout to see if your there There's nothing but cold sharp air. I wake up, another day without
I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid Find a place nearby for her to stay Just someone to keep my house clean Fix my meals and go away Afraid A man
Hey, Mr. Big Shot, hey, Mr. Big Shot You wanna take, take, take it to the parking lot? Hey, Mr. No Show, hey, Mr. No Show Come on out now, bring out that
A silhouette waits outside my window I jump up and I shout to see if you're there There's nothing but cold sharp air I wake up Another day without you
red cherry But it's hard to be merry When the kids are all laughing Saying hey it's Jerry Garcia Ain't he cute? The man in the Santa suit And
Hey Mr. Big shot Wanna take it out to the parking lot? Hey Mr. No Show Come on out now bring out that ego Don't think we won't get to the bottom of this
I can see this so clear, you have your hands over my eyes and your tongue pushed through the back of my throat, taking control and creating a monster
I met a man at the gates a place of suffering Eyes of night and dry humor Who do you trust now? Who do you love? Im here to set things right He takes
velvet rope The whispers in my ear, said everything stays here But we know something they don't Sometimes What Happens in Vegas.... Follows you home Follows you home
for the soul You'll never make it in a motown suit No way to fake it man they're not your roots No, you'll never make it in a motown suit You can't