[A poem by P.B. Shelley (1792-1822)] Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human
There comes a time in every mans life when he grows hair where it used to be bare I know you're feeling weird, but you should be happy You don't have
Family Rest In Peace [Sung:] I Grew Up In A House With My Mother Didnt Have My Punk Ass Father Cause He Felt It Was His Time To Move On(Oh) It Seems
we're winning the war cos its staggering but thats cos we're killing everybody that we see and most of us soldiers we can barely fall asleep and time and time
on its like im trapped in a song, trying to find the right words so the whole world can sing along, and if i lie in a song it aint coz im writing it wrong
with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord [1] - [Mario Winans] Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I call Even
* Bonus song after "End of Time" "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind
don't understand, The next step is my pistol and it goes down, Wiggle it out fat boy just calm down, And sing this song, and sing that song, Cause
heart I swear to god “swear to god” Knew you was real man I saw it from the start “from the start” Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back “yeah” Even
right) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to read up, I'
) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee
important to me than the persons I have raised I guess I’m saying that to say that opportunity But they just don’t equate to all the time they take away
on fire Verse 2: I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look This aint a song its a warnin to brooke
But there was no one who even knew what I was going through Hatred was flowing through my veins On the verge of going insane I almost made a song dissin
tools "This is for every time you took my orange juice, or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk. Every time you tipped my tray and
be made a fool of, if this is true love You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up This time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm tellin you
props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
