And alright I'll let you in on one more thing Pull my faith and one more dream Cant ignore me much longer For much longer So I pay for everyone elses mistakes
ignore And alright I'll let you in on one more thing Pull my faith and one more dream Cant ignore me much longer For much longer So I pay for everyone elses mistakes
and doops Gimme some space To burn di nincompoops Why should ghetto youths dem have to war over cheese wid these big machines That you bring from over seas It burn
Pass them by 'til all their pain subsides as the lamb lays by your side the last season is upon us tough to deal with a real hard case make no mistake
wind blows One day the tides will turn One day the fields will burn One day the seas will churn The fury of out maker's hand Man is a mistake cast out
'm still budgetin'. I'm like jeopardy-I'm still buzzin in. Every city that you gotta nephew or a cousin in. (ugh) I miss cake these days. I can't even afford a mistake
what does it take It feels like the first time My hand touched your face, I I know i can feel like i can not try again I think i've made a mistake I
It irks me when I get burned And I realize, I don't get hurt And always, it seems I've lost my way When I feel you, it's not enough And I need you to
industry domination Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken I'm a nuclear warhead bomb evasion Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing We burn
'd disintegrate A few degrees further, we'd freeze The axis of the earth is tilted at a perfect 23 degree angle And it's no mistake that it is This allows
bring this chilling season to an end In spite of all the twisting of truth I still see myself reflected in you But lingering traces of deception Blinding vision burn
Thinking Am I making More mistakes again Am I ever gonna win Chasing Never reaching For an open hand It slaps me where I stand I'm still stuck here
Looking back on my life, Considering all the trials, Made mistakes but its all good. Faced the pain that i've caused, Appologetic result, Whats done
soon Breaking things I didn't know Were so brittle they'd break Was it my mistake To light the match and blow the ash All over you I'll burn upon your
make it plastic make it pay use it up and throw away make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size send it up into the skies hide
(Chorus) Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales
I can see where you are I can tell you're enjoying it so far I would love to escape, but now I'm bound by the of burn of your eyes looking on as I'm starting
