lives you take you fucking snake apocalyptic and forever cryptic spreading the virus just as we fixed it a plague of bombs on you (let it rain death
all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It
are bound to change But one thing remains the same We all need love Time goes on, it moves like a hurricane And through all the wind and rain We all
the heart of God Let us Love at any cost Draw back your bow let love go.... Draw back your bow, let love go Shoot straight for the heart With all
You scream for help and it seems nobody heard you at all Baby, I don?t want to see you repeat it and try to be me Believing all the bullshit that they
was happening Yeah, I gotta do it for my hood see before i step off the block I told all them n-ggas I would Let's do it for the OC, I put in work on
prayer And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord See it's just my position Lord Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain
like it don't matter How does it feel? Bink bitch How does it feel? It probably feels wack Ladies and gentlemen How does it feel? Phat or Wack? How
then aim it up If you religious praise it up If you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who never gave it up Take a champagne glass and raise it
far the only signs of freshness I came across upon this quest was nothingness Posessed to find truth at all costs elementally I walk a thin line of good and evil coincidentally We all
sing I'm sitting in a strangers tub.. with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love. They get half of what I have to give...IF THAT It's all
dig it like a bad ho (Let me hold you. Let me hold you This is what they say (Let me hold you. Let me hold you) Every single day (Let me hold you. Let
all adore, something worth dyin' for Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game Searchin' for fortune and fame One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for It
Let my offspring feed all three, corpus delectis cost me Lost and found on enemy ground, quoted although They don't know how we get down at sound speed
eternally a death race, Sound barrier, pit-bull terrior, Bitin' through the world with the wicked rap carrier, Bury a sols', at the wind at 100 MPH
sing. i'm sitting in a stranger's tub... with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love. they get half of what i have to give...if that. it's all
