I spent the winter on the verge Of a total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man
Here's a song for the nightsI think too much And here's a song when I imagine us together Here's a song for when we talk Too much and I forget my words
I have a secret for you I've been told if you want to make it in this game Got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what I quite like to
Let's Go Well Alright WELL ALRIGHT! [Verse 1]
Hopping out a dropped Impala, pants hanging to my ankles Feel 'em hate from every angle, they intimidated, ain't I I'ma beast, they don't like to see
[VERSE 1] Say buddy you in my lane You backin up the game You lame You want fame? I can give it to yah daddy I aint took my meds for weeks And I aint
now don't try to point fingers or laugh at a man who popped a million pills because i can come right back and make you frown since i got a stack of bills
L to the O, V to the E K to the I, N to the G I don't know how he treat you, how they do it where you at But all I'm tryin' to say is you should know
I used to be the king, the king of old Broadway The best of everything was mine to have each day I always had the biggest hits The biggest bathrooms at
Into the night Desperate and broken The sound of a fight Father has spoken We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe
Face down, ass up That's the way we like to Do you in my Benz truck Then he call your friends up Yea, I put it on her She won't even bring her mans up
Check, yes Juliet, are you with me? Rain is falling down on the sidewalk I won't go until you come outside Check, yes Juliet, kill the limbo I'll keep
Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the
Turn to nasty now The dark cell, the pit of my soul The last one out of the box The one who broke this spell Little by little, by hook or by crook I'
You got some nerve coming here You got some nerve coming here You stole it all, give it back You stole it all, give it back Good morning, Mr. Magpie
Slide of hand Jump off the end Into a clear lake No one around Just dragonflies Flying to the side No one gets hurt You've done Nothing wrong Slide
Don't hurt me Don't hurt me Don't hurt me Don't hurt me Gather up the lost and sold (Don't hurt me, don't hurt me) In your arms, in your arms (Don't
