Stop, stop, stop the train wreck It's not the way, way we started out It seems we've lost the road map And I can't find another way Hard times it had
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Nickee Coco woke up early one Tuesday morning and decided to go for a walk in the tomato field behind her house. As she was walking along she saw a magnificently
of the product, spittin' you flows Feds' watchin' my hood, entirely too much gun play Neighborhood basketball stars slain last Monday Raided the neighborhood, king pen last Tuesday
On a Monday, I am waiting Tuesday, I am fading And by Wednesday I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the darkness is a clear view Cause
On a Monday, I am waiting Tuesday, I am fading And by Wednesday, I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the darkness is a clear view 'cause
, to think I thought I never needed you Daylight feels right, feels like everything is... but does it...can it...through the night? Short song, keep on, mission
't mess with me Don't even think you can just sneak up On bein number one, is a high that I'm stuck on I'm on a mission, wishin, all the time you spend
rate steady risin' Chorus: On Tuesdays and Thursdays you better watch for the sweep Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street On Tuesdays
, it's Tuesday morning Hits me straight in the eye Guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me I sure do miss
you you don't do the things you used to do no more chorus*2 remember, it wasn't that long ago that i ?????? cold don't forget last tuesday night making
barred But essay due last Thursday, man Moby Dick, I understand Up 'till five in the library Meyer Lair, kind of scary Asleep at eight, then up at ten Missed
bomb jam now can you dig it? Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday Doomsday
of your eyes So close them tight and kiss me one last time If you could go anywhere right now Where would you go? And would you miss me when you get
New York winter, traffic squeals The city feels so old Late December taxi ride Then run inside it's cold Got your letters Monday I think or Tuesday I
don't tell her that I miss her She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last
to find Trying to find a reason not to leave your side Trying to find, trying to find an answer before I lose my mind I was at a club real late last Tuesday