The Fake Sound Of Progress
Easy-E:aint that a bitch you fat mother fucker let me call my home boy and get
us out 7,3,9,6,6 god damn i hope this nigga at home.Hello EZE:hey whats up
man?Whats up homie? EZE:aww man this mother fuckers got us down here in this
god damn jail man.Man: No Shit.EZE:Hell yeah man we was like rollin and shit we
was lookin for some bitches so we pulled up on like 4 fine hoes and you know i
know i didnt know the mother fuckin bitches was prostotutes man and they was
police aint that a bitch.Man: Hey man where was you`ll at?EZE:Man we
Win Some, Lose Some
We didn't think it'd last beyond summer
I met her father she met my mother
We didn't have anywhere else to go
She said to me when we grow older
Will we still need young love on
Our shoulders
Does it just fade away
Will we ever know?
She touched my face and called me
Her lover
I never thought that I'd need another
Your cool suburban sun
You're foolin' every one
You win some you lose some
I didn't know what we had found
Just caught the bus and rode it to town
She wouldn't notice anything else but me
Your cool suburban sun
You're foolin' every one
You win some you lose some
Dancing at discos
And moaning at phone bills
Torremolinos and sun burnt in high heels
Swap it and sell it
And drop it and smell it
All those years ago
She touched my face and called me
Her lover
I never thought that I'd need another
Your cool suburban sun
You're foolin' every one
You win some you lose some
Your cool suburban sun
You're foolin' every one
You win some you lose some
Now it's gone, now it's gone,
You win some, you lose some
Now it's gone, now it's gone,
You win some, you lose some
Now it's gone, now it's gone,
You win some, you lose some
Now it's gone, now it's gone,
You win some, you lose some
Win some