the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view (oh yeah) Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that (yeah) You're lovely, baby. This war is
myself. I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way What could their small words say When they say them that way Bathed in sweat and feathered as a crow I laid a
go and take a picture of a life like that You are a human now I give up on you Look at you Pretty boy, funny face, down in a pond of glue You are in
. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to help treat my extreme social anxiety problem. You are a FAKER! You are a FRAUD! You're living a LIE! You don
smell oxygen, precious. Bareback on your horse, gallop off course. Get off (Get off! Get off!)filled with fury's force. There's a fire in the peach pit, a
No more promises. I have made them before and broken them. Give me the ?go ahead? and I'll undress myself for you, If you?re at all interested now I
pretty once your dead then send me a card. I'm still the optimist though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream.
the carpet out. Oh, no. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always. These are my days. This is how they stay. This is who they remain forever. This is
what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry? I have no taste. I don?t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a
I am. When you leave for good this fall Ill be forgiven? And If you want roses Ill buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, well what can I say? You
so you know the clock is passin' through, (Whoo) Hit the sand is the only other task to do, (True) You know my fan base is international, Their fan base is
hood on a couple of blocks With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks No work in the trunk for a couple of stops Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of
an issue (No) It came down to us Boy remember we were different? You said that we'd talked If we ever had a problem bout anything I was cool with no
ask somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big
're not a man You're just a Mannequin I wish you could feel That my love is real You're just a, a toy Could you ever be A real, real boy And understand
what this is is!) Can I get a little bit a L-O-V-E? (MC) Can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs) Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-
, a real bad guy Your daddy is a wino, and your mommy is quite insane From alter boy to sewer rat, you don't give a damn Your sister is a junkie, gets
could sleep witcha Roll around in the streets witcha No fans hold hands on the beach witcha Girl I'd do anything just to be witcha On the real 'cause