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Commuter

: I play Pac-Man and I watch T. V. I'm so happy 'cause it pleases me I couldn't really ask for anything else Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells I'm perfectly

You see him in the anchor on most days but every night on the weller or playing darts you see his game is really tight ooooooooooooooooohh ooooooooooooooooohh

Cause all the cars are slowing up And now the lights are going red And all these stupid little thoughts start swimming through my head The girl in front

Surrey girls like tight jeans Right up tight against their skin Take you home to the dark And show you what's in With glasses bigger than her face She

Ooo ooo what if maybe Ooo ooo what if maybe Ooo ooo what if maybe I hadn't of met you, no I hadn't of met you What if maybe I was in the cool group

Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know

In the heat of the desert sun On the blistering trail An appaloosa and A wanted man sprung from jail Slow in motion and shadow-less The switch and the

Repeat offender, burn that ass to a cinder. You molester, striking fear and drawing tears. Scars are deep the innocent you had to cheat. Capital Punishment

Now you can check the whip appeal damn this nigga is ill gear shifting as smooth as butter Cud in and outta lanes, undercover style woow my mirror