get to feel this way, try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting
I swear I know you, you know me Where have we met before Tell me true To whose authority Do you consign your soul I had a dream you came to me Said you
I can't sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say Life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away I sing this song to you wherever you are
fan I was driven so hard by the sound of my heart when the walls surround in deeper shades of blue and there's no voice of reason inside you and you
Who are you, the rider says You dress in black but you talk like a Fed You spout ideas from books that you read Don't you care about this guy's head?
s, record heat waves, I mean people were like dying on the side of the road getting heat stokes, only thing you could do, was go in the house and you
you know how them strippers was, We was all ghetto-fabulous all at the rooms at the Cyberus, from this Jacuzzi wild can you cleanse us? Can you please
Hey hey hey hey don't say you will you will you will Hey hey hey hey don't say you will if you will I pray you will I wish this song would really come
grand out the back of my trunk When your radio play you can't fuck with Philip ay Andersons mother fucker till my dying day While you were horse faced
your soul I've got this thing I want to make a correction I'm not like this all the time You've got this thing You've got this thing (chorus) Kiss
only thing you get is the gluteous maximus Suckers on the tip, you're loving me, you're leaving me You wish that one day you could have this Come on, you
in the king size, last night i had that bitch sittin' ringside, [chorus] you wanna go that route? (go there) i been on this road before, i know gunplay, you
Get your mind on your money, cuz you playing with you dough Bitches who ready to go, say you moving to slow If you wasn't bout sucking it, what you fucking
what you say This time. You think you know about me? Well I think you're nothing. False Words fall dead. I won't pretend, I wish you we're dead. I wont pretend, I wish you
the room. You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life. Standstill panic stricken. Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you, transfixed by committed you say
This my wife and that's how it shoulda stay, Until my dying day that's what the preacher say, And this my wife, what you doing in my place, Like yuh want
shell of a broken man. The fire grows stronger for you to withstand, so you can say fear guides my wings. I'm just waiting you and whatever change that you
dying to get a hold of you for this interview You have this new album dropping and everyone just wants to know What's been going on with you where have