sitting in my room wasting my time again better go outside better run outside where the fuck are they, all gone away where the fuck are you? don't you
them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
home grown rhyme straight out the incubator Cross fade to the right while I slide to the left There's something coming over me controlling every breath Gasping for air my fears burn
bells inside my head My vision's blurred with colour, and all he sees is red There's a pair of large sized wellies coming down my flue And the smell of burning
sawing a head off when I heard the doorbell I'm not expecting any predators, but oh well I took my spot, "Come in, I'll be right there!" But I left a head sitting
lay my head down beside this God of mine And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind And if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine Maybe
what it is. Peace out. Verse 1: Andre In these troublin' times a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my
lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up. Paparazzi taking pictures we famous Held my city down like a anchor. Now its champagne we drink. Non-smoking room
my case - all except two. It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my
in the afternoon My head was spinning 'round I can't even remember How I made it home, right now The Telephone was screamin' From the corner of the room
just want to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my
my face too loud. So I reached into my pocket and a feeling like a shock exuded from my fingertips and spread along my limbs annd up my butt and focused
earth Self-inflicted wounds, blood stains on my t-shirt Kick out the door till my legs fall off Try to use my head my skulls to soft The pain overwhelms shooting through my
I will get my satisfaction How I will blow your paradise away, away, away 'Cos I spy And it's just like in the old days I used to compose my own critical notices in my head
me Following the steam into another room Standing in the corner Is this my home Showing us love that none of us can I'm singing for money That burns in my