all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
s all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
to court think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin' Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust
did't want to see Empty pages of your diary Poisoned mind kept dreaming Sunken thoughts of eternity In the world of dust Frost deep in your cold, cold
to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8
can Come back and whip your ass with it again Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man Turn him into
, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin
first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing
ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime
' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
you exist, The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. Hate spreads like infection, Two faces yet you see one. Hey, shoot the arrows, As I turn and go
's a part That doesn't even work at all Ran out of power cos I left it on But there's a part that still believes in love But now it's turning cold Cos
down Panic all around Blind to the fact Silent ones who plan a hijack Give with one hand other takes back One way collision flight path Aftermath Come
been livin' my life for quite some time And I'm So glad I made it this far And Nothin' gonna bring me back down (Bring me back down) And Nothin' gonna turn me around (Turn
Out What Check It Out Check It Out Check It Out What No You Check It Out Check It Out What Cold Party All I Like To Do Is Turn it Back Whatcha Gonna
then you turn around and ask me Do we got it anymore I close my eyes and picture your hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that
turn bull panic . Back in the days. I’m off the drugs like a sonna. Nigga pushin ! boy. kill emselves like no other. Kid don’t like blues brothers. Cold
watch me skyrocket (HUH) Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket As the world keeps on turnin Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
