Tekster:
Fiction In Motion Let Me Go

where I belong Guess I'll never find a reason to stay Just let me go and find my way Now let me go and find my way Just let me go and find my way

me wrong from right Never got a chance to say goodbye Take this gift from me, hold it deep in mind, forever and never let this go I used to think

back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts [Del the Funky Homosapien] Ain't no MC hurtin me, matter of fact you work for me Havoc stricken palladiums made me

me (huh) I wonder why the fuck are they followin me (huh) I seen them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and

as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. " - THOMAS EDISON (reciting a familiar nursery rhyme. He invented the phonograph, the light bulb, the motion

they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me

they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me

let me in!" She opened up the door with the sexy grin And then (eh-eh) then (eh-eh) that was all she wrote A lotta motion in the ocean throw me off the

why the fuck are they followin me (huh) I seen them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You