i can do to keep you here. forgive me, i don't know how to act when you're near me something pulls me back. you say you feel the way i do, i don
me, But you don't got a million more than me, Let's be real. Ahahaha Let's do this thing. Jeah. Now I don't normally do this, But ahh, let's get it
s gone Til it's gone Til it's gone You never miss it til it's gone Til it's gone Til it's gone You never miss it til it's gone Til it's gone Til it's
doom It was a happy song, sung slightly out of tune And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to heaven And we will all be angels some day What you are
to like to wear decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like hoe's You supposed to be a virgin 'til you marry But teenage girls find it normal
Now umm, ain't no need for me to pretenda like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like Walona
You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check one two, we recordin'? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you
It's like that baby, ya don't stop 'Cause my name is Shock you know that I like to rock one time Yeah, you got the sound of The Underground Doing it to you
like a normal black, gun peckin' jaw snatching slide They like the way I glide To the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up Ah, it's bulging
like this Check it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this
in like a normal black Gun peckin' jaw snatching Slide They like the way I glide To the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up Ah it's bulging
's eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch Tha Mobb Nigga
Writing you this letter, letter Writing you this Said I'm writing you this Said I'm writing you this letter, letter Said I'm writing you, writing you, Writing you, writing you
feel pity And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show 'cause it's formal And you wonder
ay, you niggaz better exit Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
try to play you one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel nothing can save you even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know
Behind My Eyes" A ballad about birth, life and death. What is left of a child's enthusiasm once it has grown up? What does one leave behind once one is
