word one more sound Advice is given to take This is the sound of the voices Hindsight is easy to see This is the sound of the voices Bleeding is
that Coco's fine The voice in my head, the voice in my head You feel the voice in my head The voice in my head, the voice in my head You feel the voice
I ever was while locked within their sight. Before you sits a broken man with your fragile pinkish heart in hand. Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while
hungry Lost and lonely - so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend But I predicted this endin, back in the day Cuz I had visions of bad decisions
Alexander. Two pokie balls, Hanging, Spit flames like charmander. And I got your chick Wetter than a blastoise She said I'm sexy And she love my raspy ass voice
He helplessly stands by It's meaningless to try As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes He says "I've never seen her get this bad" Even though she seems so high
slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still
taints can't take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-ain't I'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls
someone ask me what I'm doin I wanna just die, I wanna just die, so please just cut my blood veins Some may imply I'm insane, on my shirt is blood stains
yea thats right girl i know hannah montana . and i've got to incredible tickets for tommorow night. great ill see you then. [hangs up] [to miley] i need
beer, with an arsenic chaser Better off dead? is that what I've said? Tempting to take for all the blood you've shed No doubt your as bad as your dads
with an arsenic chaser Better off dead? is that what I've said? Tempting to take for all the blood you've shed No doubt your as bad as your dads and ya
for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood
Them deaths are no mistake The fog that rides along the top Has been said to carry voices Those of the dead who took the dare And jumped in, they made bad
D-ricious" [Teyana Taylor - Chorus] Christmas in Harlem right after autumn falls soaking it all in then we go hit the mall (I'm like Bad Santa, though
love um' either, my sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, my sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, my sword would drink the blood of
so bad The dream maker's gonna make you mad The spaceman says, ?Everybody look down It's all in your mind? The star maker says it ain't so bad The dream
fail? My world became a planet in the dark sky Blood opening the scenes of a shark's dark eye Bad spirits is following the sun I've got voices in my
