| Badlees, The
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| Miscellaneous
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| 90% Of The Time
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| (naydock)
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| Ten times i stopped by
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| 'cause she said to stop by
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| Nine times we flowed
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| Like good rhythm and rhyme
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| I was a good ear
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| A welcome companion
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| 90% of the time
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| She was from baltimore
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| Recent divorcée
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| From a man who found fortune
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| In pool installation
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| And you could get close
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| In a way she could manage
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| But never encounter the breadth of her station
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| 'cause she couldn’t ever
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| Betray independence
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| Her independence was a personal sign
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| This is for someone who let me inside
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| 90% of the time
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| She worked the counter
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| Down at second street video
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| She’d rent releases
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| She could empathize watching
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| Woman would triumph
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| Assimilation
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| That she felt good was the thing
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| Yeah, no time for sympathy
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| Or mock conventions
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| No chance to leave personal items behind
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| I was a witness
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| She let scratch the surface
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| 90% of the time
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| 'cause she couldn’t ever
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| Betray independence
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| Her independence was a personal sign
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| This is for someone who let me inside
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| 90% of the time
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| Tenth time around
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| It came unexpected
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| Though i’d play scenarios
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| For a week till that day
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| I had felt something
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| She said she felt the same thing
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| And we knew that that wouldn’t play
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| Well, maybe she lied
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| And maybe she had to
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| 'cause maybe i’d found
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| What i hadn’t yet seen
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| But there in the doorway
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| The moment had brought us
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| To a place she rarely had been
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| 'cause she couldn’t ever
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| Betray independence
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| Her independence was a personal sign
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| This is for someone who let me inside
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| 90% of the time |