she doesn't know her daughter is dying from being lonely. her bright eyes were saved by a dying grandmother she empties another glass i know that
dressed in their mini skirts and their knee socks down below Everybody always wants a thing or two palm trees for surfing for blind Crimson reflections through a looking glass mind
Left alone; no one could see me My innocence was gone Thinking if I dared I was so confused? So possessed An angel to my left is whispering Forget
what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, Blood In My Eyes Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right
believe that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by if you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last we Diamonds ya glass, we
of glass And mirrors that reflected souls Built upon the tomb of falsehood Be warned Henceforth Everyone will pay for lies With his own life Less is more Never mind
In under the skin It filters through my mind Rooms spinning around Losing balance all the time Shaking like a leaf I treat you like you're glass Cry,
everything will be what it isn't) I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time And every creature lens themselves to change your state of mind
it out. The way you came at me, boo, Don't care, not afraid! I'm like wild: really want it from head to toe! Question if she gon' let it out! Anyway, the hour glass
half of the time Who's that mastermind behind that little line With that kind of rational man i got half a mind Too have another half of glass of wine
to break up? all i asked for was a glass of punch you see i never really asked for much i can’t imagine whats going through you mind after such a nasty
Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug [Verse 1] I wake up early in the morning mind state so military Suckas fantasizing Pictures
and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep
am I dreaming My phone is ringing or am I dreaming... My phone is ringing or am I dreaming My phone is ringing, my baby is calling me now I fill up the glass
I had known it was the last time I would see you again... I would change everything... I look through the broken glass I watch the storm go through my mind
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don't want
Verse II:] She tears you down darlin Says you're nothing at all But I'll pick you up darlin When she lets you fall cause You're like a diamond But she treats you like glass
want it all! Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind? You're leavin
