breathe But it's time to write another page... [Chorus:] There is no reason to live in this way There is no answer for broken hearts There is no reason to memory calling
just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
city's cold blood calls me home HomeIt's what I long for Back homewhere I belong The city- it calls to me Decadent scenes from my memory Sorrow- eternity
s cold blood calls me home Home it`s what I long for Back somewhere I belong The city - it calls me Decadent scenes from my memory Sorrow - eternity
'll be back) now I'm alone and ontop of it all, looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind) I realised the key to a happy
my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
limit to your mind Your endless love is open To every race and kind Could it be your blood runs golden Baby if this world were mine We would be singing in the Key
Social, Anti-Visual, Anti-Vocal I'm bottled in a bottle like a ship built in it I dream nightmares through the window and my window is tinted Memories
ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol
the mind, and how it is retained and used. As the silence of seasons on we relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing of the velvet
abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on Shine or moons send me memories
just local Pimpin! [Baatin] As for my memory, we were meant to be. I am the soul Melchizedk, from the D Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key
just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin' time
, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call
