rubberband man

Okay, here's my take on it. Athletes get paid too much in my opinion. I don't have a problem with them making a lot of money, but their salaries drive up the ticket prices so much that I can't afford to go to the games. How is a family of 5 supposed to afford to go watch their team play?

It costs crazy dough to go.

So going to the game isn't even an option. What's up with that?

momma, imma go to the university of smoking marijuana. All of my friends go to USC, so imma tag along and hit the bong with them. Walking through the masses, looking for my classes, can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses. Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes, trying to impress these brand new ho's. Laugh every time i have sex with a chick, baby don't know i'm an ex-convict. walk around the campass with my fro on pick, every 20 seconds i be grabbing my dick. full of alcohol at the foot ball games, doing more drugs than my nigga rick james. my GPA's dropping at a very fast rate, it'll take a miracle for me to graduate, maybe I won't, maybe I will stressed out popping pills in my coupe deville.

alright, now that i'm looking at it and thinking about it... Leto was like what... 28 when he went to go get rhombur a concubine. Now at that point, Jessica was 12. Well jesus mang.. assuming the whole age of 18 deal applies a few millenia from now.... That's a big age difference is all i'm saying. if she's 18 and homie is 32. I've heard of worse, but I can imagine that must be frowned upon in the landsraad?

dropped in the cockpit, at 40 thousand feet. The sky is the limit but we supercede. the green for the speed is like way beyond limits, so i grab my parachute with like forks and spoons in it, and i'm falling, i'm falling. my heart rapid rushing, just before my eyes, oh why did i trust this?

bones sinking like stones, all that we've fought for. Homes places we've grown, all of us are done for. We live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do. We live in a beautiful world.

i'm not sure of anyone, but i've got plans. And i'm not asking for everything, but sure. I could use a hand. I get a little anxious sometimes you'll be gone, and i'll be left behind. Get a little nervous sometimes it'll be my cue and i'll forget my lines. Get a little lost look, and some staring from the corner of my eye. I never really mastered disinterest. I can't see how, the way that you leave me yellow makes us close. I must be out of touch. I won't ask you to give up on the things, that seem to keep you gone. But i could be gone too. Feel a little sorry, sometimes you're not here when I am writing. Feels a little awkward sometimes you won't talk but we're not fighting. You hold on to your secrets and i'm not privvy to what is on your mind, but i can't help but feel so tired.

come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry. you don't know how lovely, you are. i had to find you, tell you i need you, tell you i set you apart. tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions. oh, lets go back to the start. running in circles, coming up tails. heads are a science, apart. nobody said it was easy, its such a shame for us to part. nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. take me back to the start