What ever happened to Tuesday, it's so slow. Furious anger, found love in the big smoke. Victorious evil up to it's usual no good. In the beggining,
s go, c'mon [Chorus] PEEL OFF If you got a system in the trunk Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt PEEL OFF If you wild, racin for the dough
Open my book Read my diary Squeeze out Every sick bone that's in me What are you gonna do when I come running It won't come to no confronting, cause
Crack (Here I' am) Yeah, I'm goin', goin', goin' far away I never felt caught up and so astray I'm turning, turning, turning one last look To see the
Loaded I am a friend You watch me slip again and again I know your name You tore me up, left to bleed But I still want you..... I come, it will blow
Breathe pain.....Lord out of my head Lay me, lay me, lay me, lay me down Fall......out of my way Sinking', I'm sinking As you stay will you ? Will you
Hey, wasted boy Don't slash your soul Don't slash your soul, it's all you got Little girl Don't eat the world Don't eat the world all in one piece It
And our blood would never rise And our hearts hung out to dry And we played our cancerous lives ....here we are the morning after And we all felt the
Neverending Feels like the universe Like some forgotten curse Sleepwalking through the night Dream's cold - this life Sun is up now, face the world
You've got your fingerprints from me But you've got no glasses you can't see Nothing here was meant for you I do mine, do what you do I 'am - you are
Zena's Song Boy.... The milkyway without the light Eyes closed replay with head in hands Trapped in the corner without sight The sky's torn open when
Storm rages Trapped and caged In light from the dying day We'll crawl in the dead of the night Breaking' out with our hands Whatever, whenever we go
all your tracks Don't sleep Too deep 'Cause it's always coming back Yeah, I know boy And I've seen a girl They swam like bricks, never reached the other
dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath Skin peeled
gangsta shit Yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel
back Game scattered like roaches They be victims of my sickness Cuz I'm vicious when it's slowly I'm the nigga bitch And best believe there's no mistakin' Cuz these other
crack of dawn Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone Tryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser Out befo' them other guys, that's
