Tekster:
Name Taken Answers We Ll Never Get

that I needed some time I didn't expect you to quit Now that I lost you Feels like I lost myself I found regret Answers we'll never get Answers we'll never get

, kiss the tip of my cane, I paid sixty thou' You know the suit stay crispy now Hands to the sky and get ready if you wit me now The future Never seen before, never

Oh, you can mutilate We're gonna celebrate Our emotional poverty Give the answers all away I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended

ll stay there Ia??m staring at the man in the mirror but it aina??t helping see the man any clearer so I get MIA from around ya??all till God stops answering

believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get '

't call my name Had too many choices and I missed my aim No pearls inside the oysters Just a world with no answers We all get life and take our chances

start demon, whoops I missed Get back bitch we'll never kiss You know I kept talkin' shit Motherfuck you damn shit head bitch I'm that nigga you'll answer

(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers We be smokin' them cancer sticks, police provokin' muhthafuckers We dancin' and we

in the air) Remember me? (Slam, slam) Remember me? (Nigga 'Bacdafucup') Remember me? (Chka-chka-Onyx) Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no