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Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines we'd like to be the
welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the
temperature is 89.
I've been up all nightOn the redeye flight
The dawn's early light
Got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car service
My driver's kind of nervous
'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister don't get flam
I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio
While I finish this L...
Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you're staying,
Everlast: Good lookin' out. That's for you. I hop out my car, step
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery
The shit's in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how did I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I kew I shouldn't of done it
'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsThey killin' my
They screamin' my nameTryin' to keep me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister, and my girl
I'm prayin' to God don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
Everlast: What are you talkin' about?
Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and
Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?
Doctor: Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around
Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take care of me
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsTo free me from these
I'm trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my
And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)
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