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Why, am i changing? Why do people, get complacent with the things they're told? World disasters they come and go. I'd give anything just to be back home
I wash my faith in dirty water, 'cause it gives my mind a little order. And i play that game, just like i should do. But my whole world, slips away.
Da da, da da Ah, ho-oo-oh-oo Fearless people, Careless needle. Harsh words spoken, And lives are broken. Forceful ageing, Help me i'm fading. Heaven
[Lil Wayne talking] So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around How you gon come back I tried to told them I come back like 32 I
is just imagination But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind You're out of time 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain't no second
my mouth is not for sale Any spirit left in me is fading fast Could you throw another stone to ease my pain? Could you throw another stone to seal my
, preserve Basic space, open air Don't look away, when there's nothing there Hot wax has left me with a shine Wouldn't know if I'd been left behind Second skin, second
it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate But I refuse
Obie Trice [Big Herk] Intro- Yeah...!! Hey Em you ready... Herk, you got them things nigga... [You know]... Detroit City...!!! Chorus- There they
you there Let me take you there Take you there, take you there Ooh We can get away to a better place If you let me take you there We can go there now 'cause every second
that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed
to you old southern skies I'm on my way, on my way. If all you got to live for is what you left behind, Get yourself a powder charge and seal that
to you old southern sky I'm on my way - on my way If all you got to live for is what you left behind get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver
Farewell to you old Southern skies I'm on my way, on my way If all you got to live for is what you left behind Get yourself a powder charge, seal that
imagination, girl But all the while, you hear the creature creeping up behind You're out of time 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain't no second
ism around until the ism reach each end Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick Seal it, dry