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And i m thinkin about the man who s holdin up the cup, don t wanna cigarrette
The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins, the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins, but now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
I reach into my pocket and i have a heart attack, well as i m diggin deep i scream oh no
don t wanna cigarrette
nightly rainin
the buses and the people all keep movin along
i m already wake so i m not drinkin coffee
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
he asks me for a dime
but i don t know if i should put it in his bucket
But now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread, what s gonna happen if i give the man a nickel
While i was busy thinkin if he would buy smack, there s a whole in the bucket dear liza The, i put back on my cap and i start headin back
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order, me about the coinage that is in my pocket
Walk into the store cause i need a few items, should i give it to the man s the question in my brain, i m tryin to avoid him cause i know he s gonna ask
what s gonna happen if i give the man a nickel
Walk right past him to think about it more, me about the coinage that is in my pocket, what s gonna happen if i give the man a dime
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order, will he buy some food or some pork that s been pickled
Walk into the store cause i need a few items, the day is pickin up cause i m hummin his song
should i give it to the man s the question in my brain
i m already wake so i m not drinkin coffee
there s a whole in the bucket dear liza
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order, the buses and the people all keep movin along In, the day is pickin up cause i m hummin his song
will he buy some food or some pork that s been pickled
And as i m walkin past he sings to me a song, i put back on my cap and i start headin back, and i love the sunrise so i step out in the a.m
the day is pickin up cause i m hummin his song
And i still can t rememba why i need a spool of thread, i don t wanna pay for anotha brotha s wine
A nickel or a quarter, man with dirty dreads, should i give it to the man s the question in my brain
Can t remember why but i need a spool of thread, no one has the change and it s fuckin up my head
Money money money money nothin but, the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks, the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
I m not responsible for the man s depression, what s gonna happen if i give the man a dime, but now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread