sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any peace." I dream of when we were as one My secret
sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any peace." I dream of when we were as one, my secret
night dreaming of my face. "Do whatever makes you happy, no holds barred." shall remain etched into my mind. When my eyes are finally graced with your crooked smile. And my
good off my honor 'til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my - gonna miss my daughters, hope I taught my seeds proper I love my mother and father equal
real, but am I able to return? MY FUNERAL DREAMS It's dark, I'm blind, I'm trying to climb Up from the holes into my head In my dream I stab and I
my friend It's been a while... Staring at the empty page before me All the years of wreckage running through my head Patterns of my life I thought adorned
goes, out to, the ones that fall in love, And to, the girl, that filled my dark. Last night I had the weirdest dream, That you and I drove off the darkest
out Babies with babies, and their tears keep burning, while their dreams go down the drain now Are we really living or just walking dead now? Or dreaming
that negative alive They be on my dick If Kid Cudi die don't cry hater I forgive Now go and get my album and get off my dick I smile and I'm pleasant
as my nephew, he had a gift that was special But instead at least seein him with a scholarship I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit Life
She was still in bed after her visit to the crypt Someone was calling Henry's name Or was it only in her dream? A dream of breaking glass, glass cutting
day, my enemies scar me Now I face my anguish alone A thousand stings cutting my chest Guiding my rage against me There's a poison pillow in my bed Stealing my dreams
a dream that the Lord Almighty snatched my soul Saw a tombstone with my named etched in gold Heard my Mama cryin' "Baby don't you leave me this way" Heard my
to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams. Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mit; and he puts on his dark
made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?ve learned With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn In this
daddy, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with babies, and they just keep burning, While their dreams go down the drain now. (While their dreams
