ripped apart / you wicked angel / with black mascara eyes / falling from the sky above / with a suicidal mind / the only ones wearing smiles / are the
last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
Can we make this last forever With every word we're growing distant And I feel as though I have to let you know It's growing old to see us torn by every
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired don't know where to begin
made it back to their headquaters safely An 49 year old unidentified man went beserk last night, opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun... [Chamillionaire
with some grain to grip Bitch slapping these trick rappers Till they pay this pimp Quit acting the click clacking Like you famous shit You faggots are broke with names out
wipes and cans of Enfamil Moter bike and grams of fish scale It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with
young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever [Jay-Z] So we live a life like a video When the sun is always out and you never get old And
bout the way I run around snatching purses, For every meaning there?s a purpose, Jus because I never went to school it don?t mean that I can?t be perfect, For screaming? out
be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever So we live a life like a video when the sun is always out And you never get old
be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? So we livin' life like a video where the sun is always out And you never get old
last n-gga ever let the truth be told And oh Mos Def ran to my home And said they gon have yo ass gone Light jokes, you keep playin with them white folks
MP3 * Waiting o Lyrics This is the last time I will follow you This is the last
be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired, don't know where to
it Dow ow ow ow ow ownnn Finally found my sound, Helen Keller And I'm taking that food out up yo mouth like Old Yeller Satisfaction's overrated, I don't agree with
on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold me close My best dress on underneath this old coat
does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And