time time will take its toll [take its toll!] so then we'll see who takes control who'll let it go for love or lust x2 (Thanks to Sarah for these
the whole city burning Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving and your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck
the meaning and break apart the puzzles Why they love you when I hate you when they hate the way I love you, solar WELL ITS MIDNIGHT AND ITS COLDER PULL
meaning and break apart the puzzles Why they love you when I hate you when they hate the way I love you, solar(?) WELL ITS MIDNIGHT AND ITS COLDER
While new illusions now abide Stride! I greet the vultures of the horizon The skyline of my very soul For they enmantle all of creation with the might
and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and
Carribean cruise It said, "Sunny skies and romantic nights On an incredible ship" and I got hype It said it's like the love boat, baskin' in the sun Promisin' fun for you and for
' ch'all, this is for you Love is, love 9-8, firm shit {Black is the color of my true love's Hair, my true love's hair of my true love's hair}
cruise It said, "Sunny skies and romantic nights On an incredible ship", and I got hype It said, "It's like the Love Boat baskin' in the sun Promisin' fun for you and for
sisters and brothers Fathers and mothers, daughters and sons Only the vultures profit, I could still see the blood run The slaughter of loved ones, hated for
the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck
'm after for what cash can bring me brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others You's the best, yet, and
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
haze and wait to be cut again by the not so fair the barbed and poisoned dart of Cupid tell me what friends are for I hate all my sadness songs my dreams are difficult and
staring over that stretch, into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for
and the future and similar tenses and on platters of air they convey me my measure both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure The lord and his
