This time I'm leaving you This time I'm leaving you This time I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back Pack my bags you'll never see
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend
Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this
Nuisance an actor choking on nectar nothing gotten narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms peg legged sullen drool on these words I've never
in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With Russian alibis, And masked as intuition lullabies. And your check bounced higher, Than any other
[Pink Floyd cover] Doctor doctor! I'm in bed Achin' head Gold is lead Choke on bread Underfed Gold is lead Jesus bled Pain is red Are goon Grow go Greasy
with out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
so what comes now run through the answers and you can feel the scratching get down this breed bring it against so coy a levitated incubation instincts
[Originally by The Smiths] in a river, the color of red emerged the baby's head wrap her up in the news of the world dump her on a doorstep, girl this
Yeah I used to get loaded, I got nothing to hide But look at me now, I'm focused, you can tell I try You can even tell the way I lean when I drive It'
s, stunnas and head bustas Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers If you're ballin', then ball - you're shinin', keep shinin' You're grindin' at
: (feat. U.N.L.V.) [Redman:] Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga [Intro: U.N.L.V.] We right back at ya When ya see this shit comin B.G. and U.N.
Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son, you better get on one side or the other." I'm
you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes. On the other side of town, a boy is waiting, With firey eyes and dreams no one could steal. She drives
luie vuton luggage Frank mulers my wrist and she's using your money These round trip flights, dinner at benny Hondas I call em more bitches than Isah Thomas, and she love it Them other
shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven
cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at
