tipped and entrenched in the topsoil and an impulse still searching for the gun Faster feet flat to the floor mat The tank topped up with the top back brake lights blotted out
re left with only a bullet I'll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life And taken pieces out
my misses Bloody kisses from poison lips, leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids Who have nothing left to lose and for those souls old and sold out
An I.O.U. tattoo strung along the finer rips and tears of your heart, and it is there to keep you together while we're all falling apart My conscience
It's a good thing that I havn't slept in weeks Because right now, it seems that times are hard for dreamers I've got a broken neck sense of mortality
from writing down our lives. Here we are...watch us go. Four shots fire out, cold and hollow and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine. So I call out
keeping track of days by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor. My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgiveness. I don't think I'll make it out
If you were to ask me how long I've been running for, I don't even think that I could answer. I just don't know anymore. I'm a sucker for weakness and
met me. So, come on. Let's go. You don't want to know what I know... and if you make it home alright, your luck runs out the next night. Come on. Let
you. Maybe, in time, I?ll find out what it is that I?m supposed to do. I?ve made a million messes, and I?ll make a million more. Trust me, baby?maybe
out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen The C needs coachin Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin! Suck yourself! You don
bad as hell I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail I want to be free, ohh yeah (And that's the truth) I want to be free, ohh yeah Got out of jail about
gang war You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself
Vaton seats Buyin' out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots, one called the jukebox Where I was gettin' like 50 a brick 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick
my Time for you to say night night bye bye Havin naughty dreams of naughty things Everybody loves everything that the boy that be naughty brings Spit my verses like a viruses make you sick
'cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your
I feel, You started out with two, same as my crew, And now you went out and found yourself another busta, Made it even harder, to make the change big
