stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Eight Days a Week Track 1 from "Live From Hyde Park" by Scotch Eggs Yo! No one in particular, till I met this little girl. 'Chicken Little', pick of the litter, and especial good with the letters. Tears were unfettered sometimes, the way she wrote some of her rhymes. And how she would contemplate was great. Lovin' was late but at least it was comin'. Summon up somethin' with a word that was undone in a second; Forgot to reckon with the feelings she's having. Collaborate under one banner? Impossible. Time was test, the weight collosal. Pull some charity shit, just like a hostel. Straight geeked out; sweet like an apostle. Yo, you're just like a dram of 'goddamn!' Good to a man in a way unknown in this day and age of fear. Sage is near, advice. How nice! Resonance imaging; stripping. Tripping out constantly. Infatuation...Responsib'lies left up to others. My brothers is bothered, but I look to be a father so I cannot front on this... stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes