yesterday she remembers all the pain and heartache 'cause we don't believe in anything we believe in yesterday she remembers all the pain and heartache lets make this
i don't know how to say this anyway. we don't believe in anything; we believe in yesterday, and she remembers all the pain and heartache. let's make this
least these things I charge unto you Pursue godliness and do it like He's callin' you to (6: 11) Shepherd the flock continue teaching them in wisdom and truth Until the day
, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season
say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again, or deal again
of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season
Bullet Train Cars are switched out in the crazy rain I could meet you any place If the Brakeman turns my way All this automatic writing I have tried
I cling to my child desperate for love One day soon my brother died, made me remember all the Subordinate feelings I cast aside Maybe I had lied when I
territory I'd like to share a story, this is my story and cant no body tell it for me You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
and see what your sayin I'ma giant, and I ain't gotta move till I'm provoked When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it Ya midget, Mini-Me,
you mind i am on the phone here. Alright. i've got a life to you know and i would appreciate it if i could get through one conversation without hearing
I'd live this life any day I feel so alive, though a part of me is gone And this life I lead, is the life I've dreamed of Since I was the age of twelve
come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not coming back [Hook] This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever
I make the room spin Intoxicated flow I bleed vodka and brandy Don't make me choke you down like Jon-Benet Ramsey Something demands of me to rip this
and see every tale But a new apartment and a heart don't make me old This is final rage and lit a page and I've been told But I'm walking on a wire
fifteen day of November This a page from my diary What happened that day I don't remember But I do remember when I wrote these words and then And then
G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this
speak, let me speak I never had a chance to dream Ten years old and finding love in dirty magazines Ms. December you remember I bought you twice Now I?m thirty plus and
