Was it you who took the money To the land of milk and honey? Your past is catching up on you Put it on a conveyor belt The chips are down, the cards are
if we can't make it home, we'll sleep on the paving stones Happy just to be there, beneath the starlit dome Milk of Amnesia, you make it easier, milk
a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk
most, mine, holy trinity, tripple six, tripple x, city barrack, glutton for punishment super size me while you at it, he da: built hideous,silk of the milk
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd
99 dreams later the shooting gallery wall its like not a wave crash similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain
I've seen people, places, and the whole fuckin world I've heard things that will make your heart melt Or make you want to melt Because your eyes burn from cryin over Spilled milk
Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades Swathed in regrets, deluded astray Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair Soothed in slumber so dreadful and
my skin I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's misery I'm sucking on Satan's tit She's milking
So many things she never said, Were there too many people fighting in your head Sometimes in love we all regret That's when the bruises show and you know
about, how our men are spottin [E-Roc] It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's And this supposed to be some ruthless negros? They regretting
far, so good. I've travelled every nation I've stopped at every station Had every invitation But then came my frustration The taxman took my money From the land of milk
As we learn, as we learn We try to forget I loose the necktie, lift my head to breathe The air is thick as milk, let me nurse it in The taste is sour
Voted most likely to end up on the back of milk box drink Looks like I'm lettin' 'em down Cause seven, seventy-five isn't worth an hour of my hard work
i'll never say I'll wear the best coat i have Before i sign my name The wonder in my eyes today Will be regret tonight I'm drunken by my mother's milk
me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as
base on the... up the fall, let it blow Roll the windows down and let's roll I'm home, feel so good knowing there's a bowl of cereals and milk in the