: And my eyes are so sore From staring in your deep blue eyes And I swear gonna save the day As we hesitate for long goodbyes No heavy breathing
: Today's been like a movie With you in all the right scenes And I forget all my lines With constant dreams about you And everything we've been through
: And don't strike the match As you call the ambulance Cause if we're not more than friends Then I can start this fire with my own two hands And watch
: I had a dream last night we Drove out to see Las Vegas We lost ourselves in the bright lights I wish you could have seen us Begging for change to get
: This song is for winners This song is for winning field goal kickers And not for anyone like me Because leaving here means losing you And your only
: Taking notice Of the quiet subtleties of the next morning. I'm so sorry if your mourning But the way you said my name just drove me crazy Tired of
mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name
solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name
the money or the fame (oh-ohh) The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no) But see we tryin to leave a name So we're turnin out [Immortal Technique
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems Kid Rock i love to sing Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting Or Roger Clinton, i'm
Jive Records your pimpin RCA is pimpin Top Dogg is pimpin Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit Ah hah hah Word em up Word em up Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock Kid...Kid
forth, just askin me to send him beats And I'm thinking he's trying to get into managing producers cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was
I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements I'm a pro, kid Why you actin like you don't really know, kid? Any records I broke it Through the fame
can drop it to the flow Im in the zone like so Money in the air like its raining I aint spinning shit What ya name is (what ya name is) Baby what you
's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us And chicago
man Common Sense and the Unamerican Caravan The true b-boys, dem dere and we in here Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago and we don't front