Look out your front door There's a ship coming in I can't tell you what it brings So carry your grief on down To the port tonight Tonight we're bound
You cross that bridge into the west And all my memories follow you there Where love took shape and love woke shame Now I'm left to take the blame For
I'm a lover and a whore And I've been rich but I've been poor It's not over now And the fortunes that we keep Create bonds around our feet It's not
I've made it my dear face it, I still kiss the darkness What I've wasted, I still taste it, I'm sickened and hardened I'm gonna tear, I'm gonna tear
Remember the lights that left you Nowhere to go Just caught in a spotlight lying there Remember the smell, your sense overflow remember my whispers in
Show me a writer With a sad, sad song Who lived his pain Just stayed to long Show me a fighter Fighting for his king His heart and blood Left in the
Broken bottles in the doorway and I've been thinking have it your way Take the night train right to Jersey I'll leave you broken, I'll leave you wealthy
She steels a magic car, And drives across to your star Climb into the seat And sell control for life?s speed She sails a knife-grey sea Careless, heedless
It ain?t kind and it ain?t right but when you wore away the shine what did you find... Still you would say you?re not afraid to lay down your bones
nobody could revive 'em. Rappin' louder than a siren, When I show up in the ambulance. They gone scrape you off the floor Man you'd never stand a chance. Climb that hill Like an ant Top speed
main target Beef is like cold engine, don't start it Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you From ten speed
: We're supersonic pilots stealing space and time, shot to the ground. Direct the rockets on a mission playing with the speed of sound. No gravitation
can't O.D. no matter how much you take I rush your plates Crack your lenses clean like Benzene Cool like Menthol My shits the end all Majorly gain your speed
eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed
Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed
just sincere, fresh cut All up in the leer, listen Yo leave 'em alone He brought me along Rap, he got it I'm the crew pilot Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles
: wie dusenfliefer am himmel waren wir auch piloten vollpaspiloten waren ein geschwader aus 20 bosen opeln ein kreuz am stra?enrand ist es was bleibt
paper) I got it so I blow it (I blow it) Shawty what's your name put your number n my sidekick, Caught the nut in spaceship your fuckin with a pilot,