not your kind You're not the one Don't let it get to your head I'm not the one You know I'm not your kind You're not my kind So you think you can shove
Gona Lie Mama Tried The Best To Bring Me Up Right Guess It Never Worked She Was Cries I Was Always Involved In Crime From The Age Of 9 Music Got Me Kind
Time can never mend The careless whisper of a good friend To the heart in mind Ignorance is kind There's no comfort in the truth Pain is all you'
it live up to your expectations, Are you ready for the celebrations. This is not for the weak of mind, Are you sure that you're my kind, Do you want
diamond in the rough The kind that you can love Not yet touched With so much, potential Youngster, let me got your mental Into a place, with the sourness of pain
Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain [Tupac] We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin Everybody
of a good friend. To the heart and mind (to the heart and mind), Ignorance is kind (kind). There's no comfort in the truth. Pain is all you'll find.
broken hearted Love wasn't much of a friend of mine The tables have turned, yeah 'Cause me and them ways have parted That kind of love was the killin' kind
Do Is) Follow the tracks of my tears (Follow The Tracks) (Tears) [Verse 2] When I cry your name Im I calling in vain Im I waitin' only to drown in pain
About your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your
your chest, I can hear it your veins Wake me up when u come to bed So toughen up Biko toughen up Biko toughen up This world isn't kind to little things
want you to come in closer, in closer Come dancing with devils Need not to know their names We'll waltz like an army For the fear of our pain Our souls
Keep your rolodex of friends And all the remnants can be mind I guess there'll be no happy endings When once upon is doing time There's a different kind
they sing in a big bright city Yes it's over now There's a song and it's song by a choir of angels Saving you from all your pain To heaven beautiful
that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your bladder
expect a payback in return no one wants to listen to all your complaining your problems are not our concern your history haunts you like a knife in the back, your