Cover up your face as the wind bites it, blowing frantically I stop and wonder, "What the hell am I doing here?" I see a group of people in the lobby
[Performed as Big Blue Monkey] I'm sorry for once I want nothing to do with you I guess im through I'm finding that nothing I said even mattered true
This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And
We are alive for a moment One second in the great abyss of time All the bleedin', all the hate Just one blink of an eye All the conflicts, it visits
These colored dreams that we have, Will put everything in the backseat drive past you, So goodnight, these dollar signs will be the death of all our
been a long way But it's not far before you reach your goal The end of this road Another step to the new dimension Before you travel on Let me hear your story
erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch yourself, he is kind of smart, you know... [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] This story began five years
: [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] There's 8 million stories in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage
the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story
to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggaz call me a timer [Tupac] I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story
at all All the other bells in the steeple high Saw all his lonely tears And watched him tried his best to ring Each Christmas through the years But the
stories of (Chorus) All right boys keep it rocking now We gonna go home now Let's go! Alternate 3rd verse (unreleased studio outtake): My old man worked 20 years
Disciples High on crack, totin' a machine gun Time Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church And killed everyone inside You turn on the telly and every other story
I'm a canadian rap star, and kid I'm still broke But I ain't work in years, and some think I'm famous While other people ask when the hell I'm gunna
Thrashing in the water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other after the other... It feels like a hundred years One hundred years
on at Cafe Carolina Maggie?s been a waitress here most all her life Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet The mountains around Ashville she?s never seen the other
: [Drake: Talking] Uh, Yea, Get In My Slick Rick Mode N'a Mean?, Im A Tell Ya A Story Real Quick [Verse 1: Drake] Look, She Got A Saying Theres No Alice
