as we pass by the band now think of all the people we new in our passed who passed on they in heaven found peace at last piture a place that they exist together
one bar we spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard who the underdogs the West done done it the East done done it the South hard they keep it together, (together
Working on the record seems pointless now When the world ends, who's gonna hear it? Well, I'm trying to take some comfort In written words Yeah, Tim
check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Make you bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'
Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker We got Tim
Was Gone In The Back Of My Truck With The Radio On [Chorus: together] Then That Ol' Song Comes On Together We're Singin' Forever We're Singin' When That Ol' Song Comes On Together
do, what, what Project shit what I know you see me looking, girl go on and act right A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around
Rollin' up so fresh, so clean Wood grain, flat screen TVs Uh, I got the bump bump in my trunk now Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk Now all the ladies
playin' with They gon' push you down We tryin' to compliment you You know, make you better Top notch Tim, nice look Ne-Yo Livin' good, Loso They ask you how you doin' now
by DAR WILLIAMS (NOT Ani DiFranco) Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday, Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place
the night was gone In the back of my truck with the radio on Then that old song comes on Together we're singing Forever we're singing When that old song comes on Together
good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife. I chained chances together
you put my love on hold You gave me a peek at the pot of gold Now you're givin' me the run around You gave a taste to a hungry heart One day together
Now drop now drop now drop now drop Breathe in breathe out Breathe in breathe out Breathe in breathe out Now drop now drop now drop now drop If you
there while I was rhymin' Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin' Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads
avoid the funky odor Can't help bein' funky, I'm the funky abstract brotha Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty Now
might, Legs and all come away with the piper! Ah, then Denny did run for fear of bein' hung Til he came to Tim Haley's cabin. Says Tim from within, "