put a statue of myself upon the shelf Of course, of course, of course She's the smoke She's dancin' fancy pirouettes Swan diving off of the deep end Of my tragic
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross
gasp for air theres nothing left for me to take from you just a breakdown of the heart a lost for words that wont mean a thing a tragic ending a farewell to a
you Dye your hair and wear tight jeans, that doesn't mean. That you can't scream, or like loud noise, you got a choice, you have a voice. And just because
tragic ending [Incomprehensible] to say Wash the sheets and clear your head, you'll be okay But bury me deep down in every song you play The tragic ending The tragic ending
racist mentality This is only the beginning Because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending Spirit knows no color, either you're a hater or a lover
racist mentality This is only the beginning Your flesh will be pushing up daisies in the ending Spirit knows no color, either you're a hater or a lover
's a witness to her own glory She's a never ending story She's a frolicking depression She's a self-inflicted obsession She's got a thousand lonely husbands
't a bag of coke. But when her world met up with his they both was comatosed. A tragic ending, to a couple, that was oh so close. Stopped short a happiness
s a fairytale so tragic There's no prince to break the spell I don't believe in the magic But for you I will, for you I will If I'm a fool, I'll be a
can't feed a nigga peanut chews Now, put ya feet up in a nigga shoes A lack of green a give a nigga blues A sip of purple make nigga rude Make a grown
a movie Feels like I'm stuck in a movie I'm stuck (stuck) in a movie Feels like I'm stuck in a movie Is this a tragic end for me? Or will the sequel
Life's a raw caress It's a raw caress It's a raw caress to me It's a raw caress It's a raw caress It's a raw caress to me And now, as I gather up
's wrong 'Cause I love my new mistake The ending turned tragic when many years later The baby had grown up and married a pop singer I think it was her
The prowling demons side by side The final proof that death is life The reapers army built to kill a tragic return to our world I can see the terror in
distant fictions. On lonely nights you will lay and listen. If you don't like it, wait until I fix it. Then morning comes and cops invade my conscience. I run around the house. A
d put a statue of myself upon the shelf Of course, of course, of course She's the smoke She's dancin' fancy pirouettes Swan diving off of the deep end Of my tragic
