like How can George bush receive blessings But I'm knowin that there's (something) Or somthings that I cannot explain Forget, forgive the change and the pain
so I dive off the cliff. Hear the little kids scream; they don't know I got wings. 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams, and I hit 'em with the gift.
look down on you? Just be proud of me You already got my respect I ain't gonna say something I regret So I'm a just STOP, chasing the pain Let you deal
spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust The fixture in the city of lust What the hell's your name? What's your pleasure and what's your pain? Do you
has nothing to do with borrowing money, I was actually kinda hoping for more of an out rat gift. Robbie: I gave the gift a lot son, Don't push it! Hunny
Mama rubbed her stomach at night When I was born She said she knew I would be somethin in life Mama told me I was a gift to the whole world Cause she
house of pain House of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain Welcome to the house of pain I'm insane
i'm bout to buy the ozone layer im into coppin minerals now diamonds and granite so much paper i could probably gift wrap a planet and clone a million
start workin' a sweat To a musical measure that makes you move as soon as the needle drops into the groove So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving,
of bein' lonely (So I need you to hold me) So baby girl put it on me (Whoa, whoa, whoa) And I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me, baby And the house
I can fly so I dive off the cliff Hear the little kids scream, they don't know I got wings 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams and I hit 'em with the gift
mma look down on you? Just be proud of me You already got my respect I ain't gonna say something I regret So I'mma just STOP, chasing the pain Let you
to dusk There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha! Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls A million dollar gift
tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot I got my mind on my money, money on my mind But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme I
is the spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust The fixture in the city of lust What the hells your name What's your pleasure and what is your pain
low But now you know 'cause you're John Doe In a black bag a tag on your toe I built the house I felt the pain You're victimized but got no one to blame
