Besedila:
Fish Question

blues, "question of balance"] (justin hayward) Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions

Welcome on board to those of you in transit en route from the horror For most of you it's morning but we're really in the middle of the night, Chasing

I walked the whole nine yards Across town and missed the boat I gave your diamond ring To the ruff part of the sea I left a pocket full of sunshine In

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) In the books that I've been reading, they say exactly what they mean, They don't say uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, They don't stutter, they

you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin' a blank You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish

believe That is the question It just takes a street degree You've lied your last lie And I've cried my last cry I'm out the door, babe There's other fish

low (Drop it to the floor) I, I, I like my beats fast And my bass down low I got a question for you Do you like it when I flow? I got a question for

on to the back, I said, your needless good for something Guess I'd better sell you now, guess I'll bet I'll be around Singing for your questions but

a hooker on the weekends Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin' Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish