His mother was the light
She had a pension
Value money over time
I use to see his sister
Her name was Jenny Gasoline
I use to her picture
On a cover of a dirty magazine
But she looked best when she was mine
Summer don’t you worry
Don’t you shed a tear
If not enough back door
For another year
We just have to wait and see
There’s not enough
There’s not enough
For you and me
There’s a man in action then down
23rd and Preston
Someone got arrested
And all them brokers
They be broken in the park
And all them liquids they choking on is dark
Darker than...