paroles de chanson Jim Dean - Evidence
Yo,
uh...
Here
to
save
the
day
and
steal
the
game
It
ain′t
a
crime
if
you
don't
get
caught
I
know
names
who′re
moving
the
same
We're
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot
My
quiet
thoughts
at
night
can
turn
rowdy
Light
bulbs
and
bright
ideas
can
turn
cloudy
Big
dreams
even
if
they
doubt
them
I
never
wasn't
sure
if
I
wasn′t
sure
about
them
This
is
not
your
thing,
this
is
ours
Gangsters
got
this
thing
about
flowers
Rappers
got
this
thing
about
power
Bitter
and
sour,
gossip
at
the
top
of
every
hour
Walking
in
the
rain
off
the
Jim
Beam
Dreams
broken
on
the
boulevard,
Jim
Dean
Get
a
grip
for
bars
like
a
gym
beam
Eyes
redder
than
the
rastas
on
the
swim
team
(For
you)
(We′re
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
(For
you)
(We're
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
I
ain′t
thinking
about
BET
I'm
talking
about
debt,
′D'
to
add
the
′E-B-T'
91,
Dub
C,
don't
work,
you
don′t
eat
Crossed
streets
where
reality
and
hard
times
meet
Back
in
my
youth
I
was
a
wildcat
Put
my
tires
in
reverse
and
get
some
miles
back
It′s
been
a
minute
since
a
while
back
Round
of
applause,
blow
the
horns
like
Miles
back
It's
God′s
work,
that
is
not
in
my
hands
But
I'm
holding
on
tight
for
a
few
of
my
fans
It′s
dedicated
if
the
line
is
short
And
if
the
line
goes
long,
that
was
your
support
There
was
a
few
times
I
wanted
your
respect
But
you
try
to
play
me
like
some
kind
of
a
threat
The
time
done
been
elusive,
ain't
a
lack
of
love
Just
an
alley
cat,
got
a
lack
of
trust
I
went
from
slow
flow
to
never
the
same
flow
Cause
doing
part
two′s
not
the
reason
I
came
for
Until
then
I
at
the
end
of
the
rainbow
But
still
the
pot
of
gold
about
as
real
as
the
game
shows
Here
to
save
the
day
and
steal
the
game
It
ain't
a
crime
if
you
don't
get
caught
I
know
names
who′re
moving
the
same
We′re
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot
(We're
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
(We′re
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
Trooper,
just
below
forty
with
the
wind
chill
All
my
shorties
getting
spin
like
the
windmills
Weatherman,
I've
been
hailed
the
sky
curse
Fire
verses
I
write
for
what
the
prize
worth
Pot
love,
won,
then
I
got
stuck
Fell,
then
I
got
up
Never
went
back
down,
never
played
the
background
Anxious
more
than
patient,
I
attack
now
Don′t
get
my
way
is
when
I
act
out
Never
waiting
on
the
industry
Waiting
on
the
tables
'til
the
tables
turning
into
me
Go
back,
hands
on
the
clock,
you
call
it
throwback
But
only
no
dope
and
judge
not
if
I
know
that
Need
is
need,
that
ain′t
weak
shit
But
greed
is
greed,
that's
some
weak
shit
I
make
a
promise
I'ma
keep
it
(one-two)
Never
take
my
kindness
for
a
weakness
(For
you)
(We
get
away
with
a
lot)
(We
get
away
with
a
lot)
(We′re
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
(We′re
staying
out
the
way,
we
get
away
with
a
lot)
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