into the street below And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below And the rain, hail
In this second gift, I'm always down to ride. So innocent yet so negative inside (2x). My tolerance has faded. The kisses from the misses never made it. My bridges burnt from
heart No one has found it yet You?re an outlaw You?re an outlaw You?re an outlaw You?re an outlaw running from love ]Bridge:] I?m from the Lone Star
picture This is no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my
you call your apartment And you sink in your chair Brush the snow from your hair And drink the cold away And you're not really sure What you are doing this
ughh Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this
things you said You're so miserable and You're so typical Taking your cute From a magazine that talks to you Filling your head Without an orignal point of view
aint gotta tell the wise how to stay on beat cause our lives an instrumental This is physical and mental I wouln't sugar coat it You'll die from Diabetes
t be insulted they give 'em the time but never talk about all this corporate crime That they generatin news stay loose with facts Relate fake views that
, this nigga reach You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the ho's that I dabble with Balcony views, like a postcard, imagine this
photograph of the President An Air Force One, he viewed the devastation Shaved face and rested eyes Looking down, he circles twice On his way home from
like me and I like you again If they keep I?m torn beside We?d better run and hide The shelter this was prove as all again Took another view (BRIDGE)
sky) And now I'm flowin' flowing (Flowin') Flowing on this mic (What ya got, c'mon, what ya got, what ya got) It's all hip-hop to me BRIDGE (
'll show you my heart, Let's leave this city behind us we can get out of here. (Let's Go] Verse 2: Underground and get lost with you, Only way from my point of view
I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive A sensory lullaby We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines For pistons and gasoline We see the road from the
to cease to be Tell me now - Is this the only world that you have made for me? Is this all you'll let me be? Hold me now Save me from the ghosts that