make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
to make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
your mask Sealed your pages with trust You tried to be safe But time saves no-one Chain of tears Handful of trust In the world of dust Chain of tears
The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This
s like my cock from the day We keep the mark from the tapes In a safe, locked them away Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe
313 You know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6 Verse 1: Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your
[Intro] Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin [Chorus] nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain
need But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Gimme his watch and his chain
semen The physical presence of a female, form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they
' my semen The physical presence of a female, form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'cause they thought
challenge each other I was hoping I was hoping we could crack each other up I too thought that when proved wrong I lost somehow I too once thought life
thought I crossed Got to cross them all again These paths that lead to nowhere Mocked me all my life Make a change Break the chain Make a change End
[Jonas Renkse:] Life, imagination Missing link in the chain We'll fuel your minds Color your thoughts Come to you waking dreams Fire, inspiration Missing
Jboog talking: Yeah, Uh, Yo, B2K I'll bet ya'll never thought we'd be doin a Christmas song Yeah well we all rappin Fizz we bought to catch up to you
] Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It
Electronic actors and astromagnetic Corrupted files from galactical planets Writing interplanet code Thoughts get transported From neanderthal skulls
to me Tennis shoes don't even need to buy a new dress You ain't there, ain't nobody else to impress It's the way that you know what i thought i knew
