Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties It's in the can Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-alikes fall on the cutting room door She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties It's in the can Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot-head lights and power It's patently obvious She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties It's in the can Hotlines under a rain of drums Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties It's in the can Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot-head lights and power It's patently obvious She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties It's in the can She's in parties She's in parties

She's a barmaid in a west Texas dance hall She's there every night 'til they close And the cowboy's pay for the jukebox And she plays 'San Antonio Rose' Well I know her life ain't been easy Lord, the lines in her face say it all But she still is a beautiful woman In the lights of the Texas dance hall But she won't sit down at your table And I know that you can't hold her hand She won't go home with you cowboy She's in love with a rodeo man Well he's hard and he's scarred and he's grayin' And he's stoned most all of the time And he drinks at a dark corner table And he waits there until closin' time So she won't sit down at your table And I know that you can't hold her hand She won't go home with you cowboy She's in love with a rodeo man

Twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st Holla At Us! Woo! Huh? Hahaha! J-A-Y! We gone slide and step My nigga Rev on my left Aye It's 21st bitch ain't nothing else! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA My niggas sliding like Bitch I'm a don I ain't talking bout Teflon (Uh-huh!) I used to dream about living like this Now I'm that nigga you hate that you slept on (Yeah!) Get in my way and get stepped on Ran up some bands, now my stress gone (I ran it up!) Been having shit since a jit I can't trip when a check blown I can't go out like a lick So the clip on this mother fucking tec long You can get hit with a right, but my left strong (MINK!) We spinning shit like a mother-fucking DJ Price on his head if it's smoke My hitters gone hunt til the mission complete, CJ Word to the families I get to the green Ain't no money in that he say or she say I always look out for my team I remember the nights we was splitting meals three ways nigga! So how could I ever be fake? One thing my mama know about her son is that I make shit happen Whenever I need to, I bet I make the scene shake You can stay on that side and see how far it'll take you Niggas you calling yo brother will snake you San Andreas showed me how shit'll feel when yo rider betray you nigga! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? They don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA Huh?