, they moved me close to tears You speak those favorite fables which I'm yet to live And casually confirm my fears that I've got nothing to give I wish
mistakes They moved me close to tears You speak those favourite fables Which I am yet to live And Casually confirm my fears That I've got nothing to give
mistakes They moved me close to tears You speak those favourite fables which I'm yet to live And casually confirm my fears That I've got nothing to give
your scared of the su - per sperm please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies nappy head nigga
his soul, so they could find The truth Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad Reaching in for the power he had Wanting more than he could give But they would
you're sick of all the white lies And the secarum(?) they used with me You said your family would never take me as I am And there's nothing we can do
it's dilusion And all that were left with is a hand full of nothing, Hand full of nothing That's all that I got Hand full of nothing Hmmmmmm hmmmmm
me my chain broke the levy, Maybe cuz its flooded, Why you walkin' round with a baby cross his cousin, My teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing
t give praise we take praise And why are we This isn't crystal though nothing is clear I despise you I damn you Dream you I love you But still nothing
life of desert lands Giving yourself away again But I will give my life to win your heart And I will tear apart my soul I'll give away all I know to
those who are blind Unless you give them sight And the world lies in your hand Tell me, and just what does it matter anyway If in the long run nothing
of the lamb, white washed sins Forgive me God for all of these years of my transgressions I cry renewed, I cry renewed This world means nothing to me
no matter where we are, you're always miles away!" we are all sleepwalkers we don't see nothing we don't wanna see we dream in color we paint each other black and white
bonus track] You're determined by faith You pretend to make up You lay out your case like the enemy But all that you got through dirty white lies Can
squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath the white T lies
