was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth Arguing with me and mom was on-going She called law enforcement
at [Verse 2] Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets A whole fleet of the task that they simply call
This is my last letter dear to you This is my last letter, baby I just can?t write you anymore My poor little fingers are swollen I?m tired of pacin'
The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horse head cane She said, "Carl, take all the
your way But when you brushed by that wounded soul Last Thursday afternoon You met somebody who would die for you Phone rang at 8 last night Who'd call
't be no stoppin' me, 'til the cops come knockin' Six on a Thursday night n' you be jonesin' baby For a brother to hold you tight n' keep on goin' Last
printed right there on the screen I even stand on the bar and play air guitar (It's Cledus) the karaoke king Some people call it karaoke I call it
[Chorus] If this was my last day here on earth (earth earth earth) If it was my last day if it was my last day here If this was my last day here on
pop her off Last week Saturday Dem a call her Battery Dolly Some gal dem a Battery Dolly Well a style and a mix up On a Tuesday or a Thursday
the first time I touched her hand The rain and the way that felt never let up all week By Thursday I knew everything about her God, the last day I didn
'Whole house freeze' It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly Curved indeed, she started
Whole house freeze It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly Curved indeed, she started
we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide Through kisses laced with cyanide ANd one last look through bloodshot eyes I guess this is what they call
They done did it to themselves man! Eh yo, you see him Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans To G 'em Wit land in Korea Take the leer jet flight When? Thursday
't the last, coming from the fast High-tech shit so feel the blast Catch the wordplay, hype sends the survey Instead of stripclub chop meats Monday through Thursday
I am the last person you can call don't even know how we've met somehow all begin must lead us into an end I'll finish this shit this month, day ten if
standard notation, and it's actually pretty tame compared to the other five. It's called The Collage Two, and it was written last Thursday. (audience
time nearer the table that supported the telephone. "maybe bill will call." she said to sheil Lance. sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "after last