The Cub Your Mother Warned You About (jrcubindy) wrote,
The Cub Your Mother Warned You About
jrcubindy

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I'm tired of broken street glass,
Not gettin' no ass unless the baby's sleep.
But even then it seems like we're tryin' to creep.

Tired of payin' taxes, sendin' emails and faxes.
Tired of crooked cops, tired of black folk complainin' that crime don't stop.

I wanna go to a place where lovers go,do the things that lovers do.
No stress, a sweet caress from me to you.
I wanna do the things we used to do, say the things we used to say.
Just like everyday, all day.

Far away from here, far away from here,far away from here
Just jump in a taxi cab, pack a bag and get away fast.

Tired of late subway trains, tired of undeserved fame.
Tired of watchin' Somethin' on the T.V. doin' nothin'

I'd rather be lookin' at ya, I'd rather be layin' with ya
I don't wanna forget all the love we captured the day we met.

I wanna go to a place where lovers go, do the things that lovers do.
No Stress,no...a sweet caress from me to you.
I wanna do the things we used to do, say the things we used to say.
Just lay everyday, all day

Far away from here, far away from here,far away from here
Just jump in a taxi cab, pack a bag and get away fast.
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