lost In the glare of the sky Wake up, more dead than alive Groggy with a will to survive Get up It's the end of the night
Get lost In the glare of the sky Wake up, more dead than alive Groggy with a will to survive Get up It's the end of the night
me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his
person." "She's not. I made her up." "Oh, so she's not real?" "Just as real as you or I." "I don't think I understand." "Neither do I, but after I grow up
lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time
a lonely sound Leaving it home, on a midnight plane Hearing you call babe, In the sound of the rain Diamond girl Is there anybody there At the end of the night
at training college Lester said he wasn't allowed in here So why don't you get lost? And if you grow up Then when you grow up, maybe Maybe you can live
I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cells to the common cold rebel Night gets
soul will show to grow Grow in my garden Sow up the hardened soil of forgotten love I want to know if a soul will show to grow Grow in my garden
head nobody would take for song or pity sake The night before Christmas I cried with the cold I cried myself to sleep like a two year old And in the deep night
, at the crossroad We're bein' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll Unfold the scrolls that were foretold, by the forefathers The end
from the south-side givin it up and Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and I'm right up in the middle tryin to hang on and Tryin not to end up
horror lurking for a soul Lurking for a soul With this night the end begins, dark deletes the sun Broken crypts now tell the tale that death is growing
Wait for the end Hoping that they'll hear the sound When I fail just like them Desperation eyes Show me more than I should know I make it up all as
down to there being no excuse for laziness. there's no use for craziness. you should be practicin right now. it's strange how one kid will grow up