a famous dog of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy" [Ice Cube] I bumped this hoe on the danceflo' Where you wanna go? She said, "I don't know" I thought
this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three
though we have this talk Boy you were getting ready to leave I thought baby you have done Cause for a while you can barely look at me. This time I thought
In the moments of the past Chain of tears Heart full of scars But the pain doesnґt last Painful tears Youґd never trust So you hide to the past Chain
And Cry Somethings Really Wrong Inside No No Wooo My Friend, I Never Thought I'd Say Goodbye Somebody Tell Me Why We Had To Loose You Like This My Friend, I Never Thought
is the sky today and so is my heart memories of a friendship that now seems so far, chased dreams of past days...I was really fine! I have never thought
So now we spend at being a gang of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin It's just another sunset fall in sea I can hear the homeys in the past
You ain't the reason why they came like the fries at Hooters I'm beside the future They can't get rid of it I'm past/passed present, everyday is
in there From the black side all the way to the white side Ok there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a past I call it haulin'
sprays and sprays, and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and days, who would of thought
, It was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past
, She's always been in your ear. Her voice sounds a tone within you, Listen to the words you hear. Her time has no past or future, She lives everything
, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never
on my face you finally got, whats coming to you Excesively stressful is what we've become A burden upon which neither of us needs The past is the past
. I just hope that these tortured days will have an end. I'd give anything to forget the thoughts that plague me. What do you do when you want to forget a broken past
pissed the wrong guys off. Clock-Work guitar and a flintlock bass, We blasted the past all over the place, And there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk. Just when I thought
We had a million of days I know that our time has run out You're my everlasting groove Forget the past for the time to come In all our thoughts and we
I'm in a spiral of thoughts,the past,the pain, it all comes back I see but now I see more,even feel their side of this tale I realise their fate,no one
