I clutched the wheel, burned the trail in search of someone's master plan, but I dragged myself into the ground in search of a fabled promised land,
This is not what I'm used to., [Verse] The shop across the road, It fills my needs and keeps me company, When I need it, Voices beat through my walls
my my (The scoundrels the robbers the racketeers) For us And thee angels said (The underworlds) [Priest:] Look at the killers, dealers, scramblers Hustlers, pimps, low lives Are running
What if momma finds me like this Wonder this dirts still alive I don't know how to resist All of these thoughts that are running through my little mind
here to die What if momma finds me like this Wonder this dirts still alive I don't know how to resist All of these thoughts that are running through
go All I see inside my head is (Gentle silent secret snow) With shifting walls of blinding light I'll have you know No one would believe that she was running
your moms quick Have her running around this b***h screaming "That's my d**k!!" [Kuniva] Yo, I know I'm dogmatic But your p****y walls have had
their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might not get through, But cries of anguish
match it So catch it, it's classic, but it will not be contained In an industry man made, cuz it runs through my veins It pumps through my brain, through
by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might not get through, But
I see inside my head is (Gentle silent secret snow) with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know. No one would believe that she was running
, This is not what I'm used to., [Verse] The shop across the road, It fills my needs and keeps me company, When I need it, Voices beat through my walls
die What if momma finds me like this Wonder this dirts still alive I don't know how to resist All of these thoughts that are running through my little
All I see inside my head is (Gentle silent secret snow) with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know. No one would believe that she was running
others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might not get through
