: (Verse1) Johnny3tears: Sick with myself, but I've got no one else, so I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps it's the same thing this
cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] On repeat,
is on the line my love is on the line A little late for all the things you didn't say I'm not sad for you But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste
a taste like that means something and oh so sick I am and maybe I don't have a choice and maybe that is all I have and maybe this is a cry for help I
stars Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers
:] See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking about stuff ain't as bad as it seems See, y'all don't feel my pain... [Jakes:] I don't have
it to me all through the night And she says it Best friend Sally, she got sick and I'm feeling mighty ill, myself it happens all the time, and all through
change your ways how many times did I cry I see you in my babies? eyes I?ll do more than you?ve ever ever done But now its all for her Cuz now she?s number
Morbid my brain It's all them things and it's rotting away And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the
the monster I'm getting tired of drowning the constant cry for help - it's debatable The only reason that you love me is I'm hated by all Come on -
cry from hunger. Penniless from their generosity, Sharing their money to quench your greed. Searching for the answer to their prayers They cry their
is kept you cry for help When no one else is there I betcha you touch yourself Does it feel good? Late night calls, I betcha you do it all Anything to
kept you cry for help When no one else is there I betcha you touch yourself Does it feel good? Late night calls, I betcha you do it all Anything to get
lord Satan's left hand I care not for the priests who are crying I answer to Baphomet's call A cry for help from the dying Means nothing to me at all
much for anybody that can stop your will But you never got back to your norm You was proud, didn?t want any help from my mom I left for tour and you asked
too much for anybody that can stop your will But you never got back to your norm You was proud, didn?t want any help from my mom I left for tour and you
You see that sculpture on the hill That's where she cleared me out forever They're monitoring my self conscious massacres I know, bringing it closer to the surface So it
