seems like all the little hoes fall in love with my money 'Cause yo, about a year ago, I was just Your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be
the name on my rope Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys A musical massacre of inadequate noise By the new authority 'cause a majority Of peers who hear will
breakdown that I can't afford but Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight Alright Forty five minitues it will all be gone I'll be strapped to the
know for sure it's never popular to be pure And while some guys might be passing them by I think they've caught someone's eye [chorus] All the boys in
will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'. In this particular show the world will be the stage, There'll be no encore. * Thatcher and her cronies talk
the heart begins to play With other hearts the music of its will. (Michael) If I don't agree? (Angels) Still you have to pay The ordinary price that
through our lives among the ordinary day..... He who rules the universe.... has time enough to hear us pray He who lights the stars at night...... will
the club about three, to the take away The shit in a tray merchants Shops got special perchant for the disorderly Geezers looking ordinary and a few looking
believe That they will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'. In this particular show the world will be the stage, There'll be no encore. * Thatcher
know for sure it's never popular to be pure And while some guys might be passing them by I think they've caught someone's eye [CHORUS] All the boys
great land, Of the cities and towns and farming land, There's so many good people working every day, I know it ain't perfect but it will be some day,
the little hoes fall in love with my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be
I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand