but then I'm like, No! Now take this out! Now put that back and take that out! Put that back, hold that, take, that, put, The orange shoe! The orange
' tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts So my facial expression
's a freaky combination And freaky conversations leads to freaky situations Like me tastin' your sexuality Sexy, you ever took extasy? And have you wildin' in a club, smilin' at a thug Express
of the traveled mind state We all live in a yellow submarine With a team of Tribbles scattered across the scene My personal eternal sunshine Bright orange
weavin' through your cornfields Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation Watchin the expressions
when I flew in (what, what? ), I knew it's 'bout to be a g'd- up reunion (gangster!) Ain't no words to express this song 'cause one day you're here,
Holton Street Dean Street, click clack President, uh huh Nostril out, DP's Orange Al, RPG's T-Town, who wanna ride? Brooklyn, come on, come on Sittin
Orange Blossom Special The Wabash Cannonball The Chattanooga Choo-Choo This hobo's seen 'em all I've watched the Sante Fe Lay her smoke against the sky
of the year I canA?t help but wonder why weA?ve been apart so much last year when it feels so good having you here I am a fool when it comes to expressing
man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am like Clockwork Orange going off on the
my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am like Clockwork Orange going off on
one more try I won't abuse the situation, this time I won't lie By mi nightly conversation also mi lullaby Well she squeeze orange juice An mi eggs
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Eightball the Fat Mac must express While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
take a look at my billing I'm not in it as an extra, I'm in it for the killing Inflate my ego gently Tell them Heaven sent me Oh 'cause I, I'm so expressive
too much, won't you shut up Oh, oh, no more orange crush Oh, oh, oh, oh, no more orange crush Oh, oh, oh, oh, no more orange The orange sky has turned