eyes of a child You see what you believe Through the eyes of a child Through the eyes of a child Through the eyes of a child
like I was asshole naked Now fake it till you make it or take it nigga [Hook] [D.B.A. Flip] My motions in school going through a whole child Ya pushin
no mind Nor know a heart They do not care for your pain Most heartbreaking sight See the fright In the eyes of a tormented child When I see in my mind
love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers Love to watch you at a block party,
fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A
From the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter
Shaking their sex and their bones And the boys that we were An alien nation in therapy Sliding naked and new Like a bad tempered child On a rain slicked
I was a child of three And you, a lad of eighteen But, I remember you And I will relate to you How our histories interweave At the time you were A rake
boys That's not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my
higher I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you My heart's in exile I need you to touch me Cause I want what you do... I want you A naked heat
: I could get naked right here I'd look like a fuckin polar bear Then I'd have to attack Fuck you up like that Psyhcopathic, hatchet chops Slappin ninjas
this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a
the full moonlight She's always there Nature's child in the woodland air Fade into the dream And when your heart is filled with fear Close your eyes for
summer But more of a man I feel that I am, am A smile of a child is all (that) I was With freedom and wide open eyes Those memories are not forgotten
be, when I grow up to be a man"? NOTHING There's a soft voice singing in your head Who could this be? I do believe it's me There's a naked man standing
on, go on my child go on, go on my child go on, go on my child go on, go on my child go on, go on my child (Merci a Angelique pour cettes paroles)
jewelers To the Good Life, we GOOD music [Big Sean:] Man, I wake up to a wet dream Every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion
One's like a siren's song slowly seducing me, one's like a lullaby, I wanna close my eyes. If I would be His son He calls follow me and die, in Christ I have a