And where do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you. Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same. These are the chronicles
do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you. Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same. [Chorus:] These are the chronicles
: Though I search the key To open the eternal kingdom A world of pain and bloody agony. Where shadows dance towards the white mist. Gazing at the sky
I need an alarm system in my house So I know when people are creepin' about These people are freakin' me out These days, it's getting hectic everywhere
[Adam Levine] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This
Yeah, cut the beat on, the coolest nxgga ever just walked in the room Cut the heat on, minutes after the call, I remove factory socks, and put brand
Killa Klan (8x) Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago (cities differ for each chorus) [Juicy J] Late last nite
[Juicy J] The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
[Verse 1: Juicy J] Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin When I ride down the strippin Bentley rolls on these hoes Couple months a nigga be flippin
[Juicy J] Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice YouknowwhatI'msayin
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (Travis talking) Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep
Thank you. You know exactly who you are You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts
My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that i believed Every single lie you said Cause every pain
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got (Ba ba da da) Not much of a girlfriend
You think you know, but you have no idea This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia Now here's another broken link for anyone Who thinks my life's together
I knew this kid named Alberto, funny style cat And his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track, he ran the hurdle His
I knew this kid named Alberto Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle High school track he ran the hurtle His
Now I could sit here and baffle you With shallow babble And a bunch of punch lines You probably won't get Or even use some big words That you'd have to
