can you make it without me. Every other day, Its the same without you here *Bridge Try to find a way, can you make it without me. Every other day,
learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little
crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love. But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day," As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black
in the crazy rain Getting better every day If the Brakeman turns my way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched out in the blinding rain He'll
gin and juice Tryna forget about you, bitch You can call me crazy When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby Maybe one day I'll be dead Bleedin
Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled Like one day right
planned) ((As Satan's throne sees ??, it's hectic and over jammed)) {Damien burned his spot in hell right until his dying day} So the wagons took his
into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must
me again Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every young black
ohh Ah yea Ah ah yea [Verse 1:] Somebody told me once that pain is a game we all gotta play. Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other day
by Holst & Nilsson, Lyrics by Holst & Nilsson] [I. Prelude to Dying] [Instrumental] [II. Pray for Daylight] It was like a dream on a sunny day we
games are strictly forbidden luxury 2-bedroomed apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day
Ah yea Ah ah yea [Verse 1] Somebody told me once that pain is a game that we all gotta play. Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other day
I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cashflow for the hoes
the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge
when he was here with me Every dancer With every revolution Shows the answer Is in the evolution Turning...spinning...moving on I don't want to talk about the future 'Cause every day
, you can have the fame. Everything that's yours will soon be mine. Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA. You could send me roses every other day, but
