Monday, March 23, 2009
In Response To...
Store plenty of gasoline in the car. Buy some lighter fluid. Put the key in the ignition. Drive far away. Forget all the people you know. Turn the radio up as far as it can go. Ignore stop signs, road hazards, and speed limits. Go as fast as your speedometer can take you. Stop for nothing. Drive for sanity. Disregard hunger pains. Drive faster if it rains. The road is your enemy. Burn it up. Don't worry about driving correctly. Just drive. When you absolutely cannot drive any longer, find a remote place and park the car. Burn it up. Vacate the area and walk home.
Don Knott-Knowing
You know...I'm afraid of being THAT guy. The guy that enters a room and everybody says, "Oh, here's THAT guy." I don't want to be afraid. But I am. The guy that everybody is just kind of uncertain about. "Like, what is up with THAT guy?" I can hear 'em now. I can't help but laugh. Everybody laughs and says, "Oh, THAT guy." I can't help but laugh.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
OUTKAST
Dont let em Dont let em Dont let em Dont let em Change us Change us Change us Change us
We got dem bootleg Idlewild dvd's I got dat dro I got dat light green
Starts off like a small-town mary Lovely wife and life Baby carriage Now all the stars and cars Hollywood Divorce...
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH BADAYADAYA BODEODEODEO BAYAYADAYADA BODEODEODEO
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No my heart don't pump no koolaid Quickly They ain't gone get me Got somethin' fo em The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know 'em Show 'em Who's the ok
Step into my shoes You crews sittin' on truths And those for the hoes only when we rollin' through Atlanta skies be blue The sun is beamin' it seemin' That I glisten Rather gleaming
We got dem bootleg Idlewild dvd's I got dat dro I got dat light green
Starts off like a small-town mary Lovely wife and life Baby carriage Now all the stars and cars Hollywood Divorce...
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH BADAYADAYA BODEODEODEO BAYAYADAYADA BODEODEODEO
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No my heart don't pump no koolaid Quickly They ain't gone get me Got somethin' fo em The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know 'em Show 'em Who's the ok
Step into my shoes You crews sittin' on truths And those for the hoes only when we rollin' through Atlanta skies be blue The sun is beamin' it seemin' That I glisten Rather gleaming
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