: And by the way you know that hope will make you strange make you blink make you blank make you sink it will make you afraid of change and often blame
go She know she won't be way down in her tummy And she even clean so nicely just hopin' I get hungry No sir (no sir) not today And I really hope she know
going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope
acting out the part but at the end of the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away and you'll be standing alone in a blank blank space so believe
I asked her point-blank, is my friend going to die And she said... I'm not a doctor, I'm not a nurse I'm just the lady with the alligator purse Hope
: Your ears fell off in the parking lot Your blood's still drippin', God, I hope it clots You say you're okay but we know you're not Your eyes went crossed
Last night, I couldn't even get an answer. Tried to call, But my pride wouldn't let me dial. And I'm sitting here, With this blank expression. And
a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on That's when you're the prettiest I hope that you
have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life sweatpants, hair tied, chillin wit no make-up on that's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you
same flower that smiles today) (Tomorrow will be dying") We can learn From the past But those days Are gone We can hope For the future But there
of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
: Wake Up! We have you surrounded I hope in your dreams you breath underwater! Wake up! We have you surrounded Give in and surrender Cause I thought
: Colour the dark past (with brighter imagery) Fill blank lines with white lies stop to think, then cover up my memories. (My memories) Fill blank lines
has been disgraced Dead like carrion We must carry on There is nothing... Lost innocence and blank revelations Searching for a hope in static transmissions
in it Woulda floated bloated Voted sugar coated Loaded hip shooter Draw for the poor Free coffee at the banks Hit through the straw None more for me, thanks That blanks
apart, ring sides with the execution of heart, cause you should have seen it coming so you could play into the part instead of hiding under covers and throwing hope
: forlorn skies their blank eyes stare into a forlorn sky disgraceful figures stumble through the mists sons of their nations, lost generation a tragedy
but now I gotta wet'cha [Chorus:] Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't
