Letras:
Drums The Book Of Stories

getting harder, instead it's getting harder I thought my life would get easier, Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder... Without you My life's a book of short stories

getting harder, instead it's getting harder I thought my life would get easier, Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder... Without you My life's a book of short stories

getting harder, instead it's getting harder I thought my life would get easier, Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder... Without you My life's a book of short stories

Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats that book

you think we've come to? What does it take to follow through? Who is it making you move? Heavens to Murgatroyd The situation's purgatory Brer Rabbit stories, burn categories The allegory is Adam's story

is the one with the drum The others all play with him It shows you what a boy can become Without a sense of rhythm There's Beatle books and T-shirts

is the one with the drum, The others all play with him. It shows you what a boy can become Without a sense of rhythm. There's Beatle books and T-shirts

it to, it's that crazy crew Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode Black holes of lost souls let the story

story Makes the details Sound real gory 'bout what to do If the geeks over there Don't believe in the book We got over here You can't run a race Without