you, And these eyes have a plan... (These eyes have a plan...) I've got my eyes on you, And they weep and you stay. Now, won't you please grow for me
vivid than a dream But I don't recall anything Wait patiently for exclamations in the night We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high You've got
your mind And safely beside the one that your heart believes You're breathing life into brown paper bags You set one down, so I took a drag I can feel you
town thief You've got everybody else fooled, but we know who you are You've got everybody else outraged Outraged You'll never get away with this You
Maybe, maybe you're calm tonight. Don't sing that song Unless you mean it You got to do it with a tear in your eye. Don't sing that song Unless you mean it
's a pity You keep staring at the empty page Every corner that you turn, you see a married couple eating worms This place is strange, it goes on and on and it
was on fire. You were standing in the kitchen, and you were covered in cherry pie. Well you know I see with my eye drawn back, so you can't tell me
everyday So kick and scream if you feel better, but you'll never get away You're gonna be surprised, well I've got to let you know You've got the Devil
sure you're wandering towards me You may wake as king tomorrow, if tonight you can just stay off the street, where i know you feel free This is not for
keep raining, make it all feel better. So chew the bone, you. Just chew your bones. Don't know why its so dry in my head, that is so you. Don't know
"Do it you gon' make it" And I made It I wish you were here to see It's all gravy, I know you want me to let that be Man I hate it I know you don't want
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
gun salute I salute you my niggas, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin
pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts
Fiction None Of Its Facts But You Dont Be Hearin It About Your Lover You Let It Go In One Ear And Out The Other Now He Say She Say They Say I Heard
Stop And Nothing Can Change And You Better Just Make New Livin' Arrangments If You Think, You The Top And King Of The Castle You About To Be Thrown
is it that makes the ideal man? Bravado? Machismo? Is it something secreted from the gland? It's called Jizmogloben If death, to you is a bore And life
you Might say I hit you He sitting there consoling you Threw the money, threw the mud Who's provoking you You should be grateful a (?) like me even knows you
