queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain Living through conformity One more
say (That's right) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? Come on children, clap along (Shut up) Sing along children Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South
Killah] More prettier than jewelry, more breathtakin' than a Farrakhan speech with a million people waitin' I've been saved, fuck my caves, those is just gifts Just
never Lemme say that again I ain't never, goin' nowhere Listen to me Last night I almost cried when you told me That you think you love me more than
fault This world got me goin awol Whatever the case may be you better believe lil lay play yall hey yall This ain't the endin it's really just beginnin
just can't come any sooner We arrange to go out for a drink at a bar Shes already there when I arrive and she looks the part Even more stunning than
their worker I did it good for them Days and nights a blur Nothing clear - greys - only shades No more toes, only one hand No commands, just screams
single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry 'Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me Dude, I just
and start shakin your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that? Slut
always wanting more Do we know what we're asking for? So if you go down now Do I go down with you? Arm in arm we fall apart Just like we always do
the wine another day When you and I are close enough for love Not just lovers, more than friends Who knows where one starts, one ends Tracing lives through sleepless nights
need is .. One Mic one cord to proclaim one rhyme Of One God one Christ one Lord in one line Cuz He's more than I need now he's more than I write He
the hypocritical chants of freedom forever 'cause when one lone phone rang in two thousand and one at ten after nine on nine one one which is the
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man
kind of girl I need. She is the right girl, just for me. This woman loves God more than me. She is the kind I call, 'wifey.' Ay, girl-- You the one
the weed? We break a measure, And let the hook ride just to tie it all together (whatever) CHORUS: My life ain't as cool as your life, and more than
closely together Because we have little other than ourselves. Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. They hope to
one else that I can turn to, I'm asking a favor, oh just once, Oh jesus christ, lord I'm asking you. Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is