your life, man, that shit comes right back and it bites you. My tenth grade teacher told me, "Only pick the fights you know you can win." A coward heart
report of a wintry mix. And here's the twist: I torched your coat. Grandpa died on far-off frontlines, But that's not the end for me. I much prefer warmth
I would pay to feel fulfilled I would pay to be fulfilled Something fell from the sky and bit me A circle of sadness I enjoyed having Grew too tight and walled me in A
Can't catch a break with a noose Peacock to pigeon, I felt that change Pressed my face to the stone Once strong legs gone lame I borrow too often and
Greasy hand up my skirt while the other raids my purse Friend you've proven quite the flirt Lips call an offer Teeth dressed like a wolfs My reply, "
my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in your child And now how it feel to be 52 and have a son that's a millionaire, and he don
While the evil is plinged in the darkside of the mooncrest A.K.H.E.N.A.T.O.N. is a pro and Elaborates a battle plan with no end This is the tongue
: Roll me a cigarette dog! They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka. I got bad ass in this motha fucka. Puffin on lye. Hopin that it gets me high
a storm waiting for a calm i can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on
know I haven't been home in such a long time. I'm just looking for a little bit of home right now. I'm just desperate for a little bit of home right now
fallin off, it ain't a plans at all but ain't no tellin' when there's no more sellin' other record end up wit a pen label ends up a record nah but I
There's too many opinions and so few are worth a shit He has got to learn to act a little more mean Because the mean ones always end up with the record
one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic. So they all got one song. It's kind of like walking out a door to discover it's a window." "But a
up all hours a night, thought the pussy was good 'Bout 15 years ago, shit I can't imagine she'd remember that a nigga made a mean egg sandwich [Big Tigger
on I'm packin weight like nina simone Piano flow It's like a Michaelangelo paintin' a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
your head and a compass in your hand On a mission to a foreign land So now I'm out for political favors A salary that corresponds with labor Big house and a
: The worlds have now learned of the worst yet to come. A brink of an end, a boy learns to run. How you love, could you, Mr. Man-of-the-Year? Walking
didn?t expect you so soon. Let me...give me a second to get things set up here. David: no problem. Andy: yeah. Made a few changes around here and my
