are far less than we knew Yeah, we are far less than we knew! But we knew what we could taste Girls found honey to drench our hands The men cut marble to mark
f**king bracelet - watch it All who dead from the leash - refugee Busy! [Chorus:] Seh wi nah go a jail again - oh no! And wi never going fail again -
: (Written by Ronnie Guilbeau/John McElroy) He was glued to the T.V. When she asked him for the keys Said, "I'm going to the market Is there anything
the next I might not wake up. That's why I always stay puffin' a blunt With a full cup. Poppin' pills out the bottle Till it's hollow. I'm going to hell
day like the next I might not wake up. That's why I always stay puffin' a blunt with a full cup. Poppin' pills out the bottle till it's hollow. I'm going
can do whenever or however You want I can do it up and down I can do circles To him I'm a gymnast This one is my circus [Chorus:] I mark it so good
filled with ashes spilled glasses, of vodka, bacardi Now I'm trying to think, man what happen at this party All I can remember was White Michael spitting Mark
flake out like dandruff Now court indictment a spread like cancers And even the baby a tun inna monster Road hot, Kingfish due on answers Rollin up in da mark
: (Bowie/Pop/Alomar) Something's going on in society (Dancing with the big boys) You chew your fingers and stare at the floor (Dancing with the big
We're so sick of feeling helpless [Psalm 22:11] We've been running this wheel to death [Matthew 11:28-29] We're not a mark upon your checklist [Matthew
: Alone again behind the locked door You're not going out to face the world anymore Lost inside the loneliness again You're wondering where true love
goes out to all the people into pop To the Frankies going to Hollywood Please wake me up before you go-go Cause there's something I wanna know Did Mark
gain, no pain It's a fatal game and the true lose everything I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me falling miles from the mark with a thirst
: Now that you set everybody free What are you going to do about me? Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown I'd rather go back to the
your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel You're not going to do a thing You're not going to do a thing You're not going to do a thing to our
neighbour's wife Brother let me tell you as sure as you're born You better leave that woman alone Because one of these days mark my word You think that brother is going
I'm just inches away I'm splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up going