than before, Further than I've ever been from anyone Cover up, wrap your wrists in gauze Fill your heart with cause If it's real or not, no Cover up
anyone Closer than before, Further than I?ve ever been from anyone Cover up, wrap your wrists in gauze Fill your heart with cause If it?s real or not Cover up
ll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I?ll probably take whatevers left and just split it up So everybody
Peanuts and politics They think they know it all They don't know much of nothing Even if one of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain
first letter there's been need for another one Cause the other one was compromised by a cover up another one Cause some of us Thought Paul was sending... wait Slow up
sexy (Whoa!) The way you back that thang up on me (Whoa!) Break it all the way down to the floor (Whoa!) Bring it up I can't take no more Are you from
Verse 1) Do you want to, Ride in a big limousine? Tell me do you want to, Take a little bite of the fame machine? If you wanna be discovered, End up on the cover
angels sing, clouds cover up the ground. We live in a political world, Wisdom is thrown into jail, It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell Leaving no one to pick up
ll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take whatevers left and just split it up So everybody that
m in erect mode, whenever rhyming must occur You prefer to take the path, do the math it won't add up Won't take the ladder, combining data, mind over
up a set? Caution, when you enter the zone, Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone! I got Cube melting in a Tray, Pulling up his card & fucking up
palm of my hand 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up Running for cover, the big bad WOOF
: I can't cover up my feelings In the name of love Or play it safe For a while that was easy And if living for myself Is what I'm guilty of Go on and
a motherfucking sigma bad to the brisle hat to the rizzle im so official all i need is a whistle bitch named Crystal let her suck my pistol she opened up
spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven A migraine, take two excedrin
: (Midlake Cover) Stone-cutters made them from stones Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
but This is just how I get down You can call my name (dry your eyes, come inside) Cause I understand what you've been through And I know just how to take
