Know Its Better In Heaven Cause Being Here Ain't Living Close My Eyes And See Nothing But Pain The World's Crazy Still Look For A Queen To Plant Seeds
down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed
gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise You will never reap of any seed deprived
a different band And somewhere on the highway I?let go of her hand Now she?s gone forever Like her footprints in the sand Toora loora loora lo First the seed
Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model
You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last
There's a world of which I've heard Far beyond the sky A place of chicks and pills and booze A place where winners always lose You'll always hear your favorite band
and I've Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and Seeds
tylenol, and I've been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and seeds
home Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your livin Tryin to see how much weed you can take in your system Indeed, take out the seeds, then he
don't know me let alone my intent Actions do not always self-represent I don't feel urgency in explaining My consience opaquely clear The seed is gently
dream, all in a dream The loading has begun Flying mother natures silver seed To a new home in the sun Flying mother natures silver seed To a new home
The loading had begun. They were flying Mother Nature's Silver seed to a new home in the sun. Flying Mother Nature's Silver seed to a new home.
had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can
And poor Dolores? hardcore stars They tried to rule but ran to far And cocaine snorting she-male-bands No lust in you stands a chance To the killer-seeds
: All in all, it?s no one?s fault Excuses turn to carbon walls Blame it all on chemical intercourse The swallowed seeds of arrogance Breeding in the
like a stamp to this business What's with all the business I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros. in my band
