Its all in my hands now Turn my world upside down Is what this day has done to me Up against the wall with so much in my hands I wouldn't change a
all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I
give me a call I thought i wouldn't call at all Here we are fell in love like hand to glove Pure bliss from above Now all we seem to do is fuss and
deeper than you, some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is, a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???, ignorant mutha
they make me pure. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you.
you I know that you believe it too sometimes if you wanna get away all ya gotta know is what we got is here to stay all the way On a day like today -
: [Intro:] Sound It Too much voilence Yo, too much blood a run star Too much marror pan tar Too much gun Too much man a dead Some a dem a lose dem head
And what I believe within I engrave within my skin And one thang that I ain't is a saint without a sin How could there be a now if there never was a then
the hand of the lover that leaves you It's the embrasement of the brother that remains you This feeling is too beautiful, too pure and too soft For me
s pure emotion inside of me And all I know is I feel To much, too much baby all I do is think About you night and day I feel too Too much, too much baby
her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives dry A vampire madam batterfang With vicious streaks a mile
one Of a spiritual nature that a spiritual nature We have forgotten our spiritual nature 'Cause we are wrapped up in too much shit All day all night
of all is what you like doing Then all that good will come to you That doesn't mean you have to be a rich man You could be a person living on the street
came all the glory And who got spared to carry his body Just pure death and too profound to be shared Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
me, speaking Asking why I even bother Tell me how you Live from day to day Take your time and look around At this utopia you've found Sick of all of
: caroline laughs and it's raining all day she loves to be one of the girls she lives in the place in the side of our lives where nothing is ever put
of maler kinds are ne?er so bold Yes, in thy orb a maid may be a knight (Thou knew?st a friend would make upon this news) Without a whisper loud or censure