It's all I want It's all I've got Don't forget to let it in I feel the weight I'm unsure Don't race to let it in It's so alive It's all starting
: It's all I want It's all I've got Don't forget to let it in I feel the weight I'm unsure Don't race to let it in It's so alive It's all starting
: coming late but here we are on our forehead the fallen star so here I am, here I stand await the moment time will bend coming back out of the dark
stroke, bitch, start to yell Ain't nothing can save you but a truth in the smell It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast, 'Cause when you're done, you'll wash
last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
bowling-ball bang, 2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin' good now!] On the set it be Benz's, Beamers, A whole lotta guys with loot [Check-check-check-check it out
: Time to lay claim to the evidence Fingerprints sell me out But our footprints washed away From the docks downtown It's been getting late for days And
was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed
no more Sometimes I wish that I was blind Sometimes I wait forever To stand out in the rain So no one sees me cryin' Trying to wash away the pain Mother
wheel, Died with a toothache in his heel So get out the way, old Dan Tucker, It's too late to get your supper Supper's over and the dishes are washed
I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me Wanna take me out
girl sitting on the porch eating? ice cream Deep in the pocket of his grass stained jeans Was some caramel corn and a plastic ring Leftover from the week before Momma didn?t wash
lately I feel so damn lonely When I think of you And it may seem selfish now But I'll hold on to the memory Until all this fear is washed away Do
: I'm weary and I'm staying up late And the rain hits my roof so hard You know I'm no longer thirty These days I'm happy to play One or two hands of
wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
bein mean to dad and made him real real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (WAHH
but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out
