burns holes in your soul. We'll find pieces of your face, all over the interstate. Thanks for all the empty memories, Now there nothing sort of lies.
burns holes in your soul. We'll find pieces of your face, all over the interstate. Thanks for all the empty memories, Now there nothing sort of lies
holes in your soul. We'll find pieces of your face, all over the interstate. Thanks for all the empty memories, Now there nothing sort of lies. Your
cruel charade Some innocent pawn in an end game one more stalemate Is death another birthday? A way to kiss your dreams goodbye? Do the undead live within us And look
the gun dun and die by they gun and Revolutionize minds until freedom's won Channel Live: We watch wizards play games in Washington with your life
the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look at my nightstand and pick the paper back up Nostradamus, I'm readin' chapter, after chapter Predictions of the end
motherfucker that you notice On the other side of the bullet, should it Matter now you figure fuck it I'ma waste him It's just a murda for the nation But some end
the same I'm learning how to play the game Until the bitter end Drowning with my friend I'm not running toward the answers You would have me find I'm just looking
charade Some innocent pawn in an end game, one more stalemate Is death another birthday, a way to kiss your dreams good-bye? Do the undead live within us and look
Yeah, tell your moms to mind her business Your mom's in my business, she's in my business Can't you see, girl, that your mom's trying to end this? Your
in the physical. Guess I'm the pawn com lyrical. Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang The player with a trillion years of game.
You madden until insane Well, in my book you're the bastard Because to you it's just a game Plunging deeper and deeper in a sea of degradation Still looking
Fame Nigga So We Decided That We Gon Make `em Some Stars Until The Drama Dies But They Can Go Back To They Holes Where They Mama Lies Or Write More Lies
who dissent. Just look around, because nothing's changed. No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie. Those who survive, have no conviction Just follow trends, until
when he owe too much to the game When a sucka owe too much to the game That ain??° wise, see I got guys, somebody dies (Chorus) Surprise, surprise, surprise
to white lies / I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies / Then I shed some light on what's the matter / Reflections in the looking
for flings? Well you wrong See until I meet The girl of my dreams I'll keep my game strong Keep my game fly Keep telling white lies Never deal
Like John Carlos, life's a big Olympic game Money, drugs and corruption, the winner stays the same White guys in suites and ties, telling white lies Selling
