Tuesday, September 01, 2009
In a haze these days, I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass, sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cuz my Great, Great, Great, Great, Grandad
Made someone's Great, Great, Great, Great Grandaddies slaves
It wasn't my idea
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea
I just drove to the store for some Preparation-H
Ben Folds
"Rockin' the Suburbs"
Rockin' the Suburbs
Labels: lyrics
# posted by Blind Orange Julius @ 8:39 AM 
