Letras:
For The Fallen Dreams Two Twenty Two

: Don't change the way we are, still opening up for the scars. Let's not re-hash what once was. We're falling further down the spiral into denial. It

Don't change the way we are, still opening up for the scars. Let's not re-hash what once was. We're falling further down the spiral into denial. It makes

got twenty-five models, twenty-five hot bottles for show Hey yo Mannie, quit hitting these niggas they can't stand it Candy ham sandwich take them bandanas for

the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty

play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you That's how I'm supposed to do We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth Who the fuck wastes they money to put

it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I've become CNN said I'll be dead by twenty

jams on Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town I seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fall

wha?, hey, hey!) [Aceyalone] Rollin' in my two thousand and twenty-one More than machine with expandable wings I land on the scene like a man from a dream

one to the head, make you fall to your knees Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's Two shows at tonight's inquisition And drifted and dreaming, lost