Well just let it happen, come on make it happen We're taking the pieces of a fraction. And don't you dare question this so called obsession with, the
courageous child You have to trust in this (You have to trust in this) Fight what you've always wanted You have to trust in this (You have to trust in this
we're poor, we dont even matter. [Chorus:] Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck
you down and kicked ya in ya ass-less ass How you got another deal When yo lyrics aint real Whoever ghost-writin needa help you write ya will Capitalize
the beach at when we were So close like this so How could I ever know we see this day Never ever thought we be so far away From each other that was never
Word To deny this bible's so absurd I deny my pride, and God is first So I got to dive inside His Word What other way could we know how to live this thing
love So now we write each other back and forth Just to find some meaning in the girl These hurtful words these hurtful names I know that you planned it out this
here writing some lyrics about what where going through you know, it's kind of heavy but... yo this is on my mind man but I want you to check this out
happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game
's the charge Of how this came to be, Turn, turn, turn again. Manslaughter In the highest of degree, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. I sat down
letter I write. There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green
witness, yeahhhhhh.... [Layzie Bone] Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with We get down
lose, everything to prove, Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin', Always on the come up creepin', Runnin' this shit now puttin' that Bone down
data MC's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later I'm the, wisdom-mystical Hyper-scientifical Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take
re back. This is Radio [beep] and we're here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing, Conor?" "Fine, thanks...just a little wet." "Oh, it's still coming down
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
fuck, life could be so much better Everybody tells me that I'm talented and clever But I still got nothing to show for my endeavors This is what I live, this
