Blue sky's... With these beautiful surroundings I shut my eyes. where the people are hounding and scrounging at the streets. When a sudden pause leave
This sweaty sensation gives me a thrill. The scent of our bodies lingers the air and i have been moving motions like never before. as I look in her
She scream's at him from across the street. There eye's peel away from the scorching heat. She scream's even louder, but just can't beat this overwhelming
the head Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother Just press that trigger and you're dead Six years would pass, a Sunday came Sun bleached skulls laid
they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
are you on the list? Stepford wives who are we to complain? Investments and dealers investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses Cold wives and sunday papers. City
dreams go down the drain now. (While their dreams go down the drain now) Are we really living, or just walking dead now (Are we walking dead now?) Or
are you on the list? Stepford wives, who are we to complain? Investments and dealers, investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses Cold wives and Sunday papers City
one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time Listen Birdman dead, I'm number one *** came at me
, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Listen! Birdman dead, and I'm number one Nigga came
can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you through the streets of Atlanta, GA Where we party all night til the mornin break Visioni??s on Sunday Magic City
Margaret is convicted of murder and sentenced to die at the Indiana State Prison in Michigan City. She sings a lullaby (Sandman's Coming) though her baby is, of course, dead
[Prevail] What begins with an 'a' and ends with asphyxia? Me, Prev One, the microphone cripple A life on the edge of the walking dead You either talk
be the day Is gonna be the day Yeah, it's like every day I wake up I stare into space and don't say much Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face
the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff on a Sunday
My baby paints herself red She paints her hair Her hair is dead She's living in the city With the bodies that scream We are all Jesus We all dream See
