's not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry Chickity China the Chinese chicken
out tonight And so they found a place to hide Does it help, you stay up late? Does it help, you concentrate? Does it tune you in when you chew your chin
my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell, yes" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin Would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell
girl that he takes around town She appears composed, so she is, I suppose Who can really tell? She shows no emotion at all Stares into space like a dead china
full of my idols, made me less suicidal Traded pencil sharpening for urban marketing Lawyer, doctor, went from street scholaring, White collar from Police collarin', mom and pops hollarin' But I just tune it out, the tune
Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune? These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened I put two and two together
To leave this castle full of empty rooms Our love the captive in the tower never rescued And all the victory songs seem to be playing out of tune 'Cause
Pre this is reported to be played with open tuning but what tuning Exactly I don't know. I have created a simple version which Gets me by. it involves
get a blow job And my job's hard, I keep hard work Yeah it's hard now but it's soft works You know off white, flacked up, just pale China white, oil
But you fall asleep while I'm crying crying 'cause... CHORUS: You are in China and I'm on the moon You're outta touch and I'm outta tune Do
not together I guess you just had to feel important And I'm sure you thought I was just gonna sit back And take it on the chin, but honey, I'm a songwriter
get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street 'cause life is priceless and talk is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room Following a tune
Riding, riding The highwayman came riding Up to the old inn-door He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead A bunch of lace at his chin A coat of claret
clique and I'm wicked Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked Move it, moving all my tunes and
Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name Lisa She no have no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer Triple chin or facial hair, she favor geezer Although
rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis Eyes tearing through the fog, shout my brothers and sisters Who studied the Quran from a path of hip-hop Shall arm in a synagogue, dinner china
no no Me say me sorry that me kept the people waitin' so long Now that me back you can dance to a brand new tune Tell ya motha sista brothas and ya fatha too China
