You found me at a loss Because night resolved the day(?) Collected up my thoughts And threw them all away And suddenly I realize where you should have
Breaths of anguish drown the words Welling at my throat The sky ablaze with stars unchanging The callous stare of a world unyielding A whisper A passing
backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco Yeah, it backfired at the disco, when she slapped me at
in a hiding spot and keep it there for you. (Keep it there for you) There's just not enough to feed the family, And I can't manage to save a morsel,
down this crowded street, without an image or a care in my head. The evening breaks, and triggers street lights under this moon-lit summer sky, and it paints a
of your defeat break into the hearts and minds of man never one to tell [x2] sucking on a lie that never ends found at loss for words locking on [x2
: My breath was coming fast And as i make a start You turn to go oh, oh I'll do what you want me to I'll cry at the thought of the loss of a heart
Playin' my hoes close They tied up like a rope I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field Diamonds
like the summer oh my wintertime arriving with the loss of memory oh my wintertime a streak of black against the grey oh my wintertime and a longing
Radical, been fuckin' awesome Talked a lotta shit so for words you're at a loss Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my boss Now that's a fuckin
.R.E.:] Ya see i never had a chick like this, we'd argue, she'd break out, come back like this, she said she never had a pimp Like this, and never seen a
on again So I'm a buffet my body, make it my slave man Crucify my flesh daily 'til I see my grave man So I'm a fight, and your games I won't play them
eternal reward So I'm a carry mine [Verse 3:] Dog don't get it twisted This a call to discipleship Losing your life That's the call a disciple gets
a problem you shouldn't have It's like a disease spreadin' faster than AIDS The word is out, they misspelled your name People look at you a little strange
a dimaond and above tha kind that you can love Not yet touched with so much, potintial youngster let me got ya mental and to a place with a sourness
fiends at your funeral Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an eighth, you a
' me But before I go, betta leave my dough Verse 2: [Missy] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get
