are, I ain't gon' try to change ya. You are a shooting Star, That's why you are my favorite. (x2) (Female Voice) Shake that. Move that. (x2) Shake that. (x2
to them pearly white gates, watch that suicide Chorus 2X [Nas] Homicide, mo homicide Mo suicide, mo homicide.. {*music fades*} {*untitled 1:18 length song
. Lately that's not really workin' for me. No one with anything to say Not to me... Not to me... On and on and on the days drone... I need a song! [Chorus
to you When we're hitting double figures Look into your eyes Like I'm looking into double mirrors Could you make it any clearer Everything's such a blur
keep in my pocket. I speak volumes never utter a word When u strike a match the fire will happen. But the line between the smoke and the flames get blur
, through it, Every where you go, (verse 2)see my life is like a song and i think i know the words, and as i start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur
[Bonustrack] [Blur cover] Woo-hoo! I got my head shaved By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and
x2] You said the nights were too long, But with bloody knuckles we carried on You said the lights were too bright In your eyes and sang your sad songs
on the grill of a rented minivan. three things: 1) you lose people in life, and often, leaving them where they stood, and still stand. 2) you make songs
tone Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone Nobody knows so I press on.. I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat songs Drunk driving
Try to get up the nerve But you're in the corner out of focus And you're blurred again. Yeah, yeah What's the point trying? Yeah. X2 What's the point
Got Caps I Got Race I Got Tracks I Got Blow I Got Land I Got Snow I Got Man I Got Songs Make You Cry I Got Songs Dat make you dance I Got Red I Got Blue
all my pain - completely opened all my Four Doors Of Doom and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less and less. Because of this my songs
Yeah, what up [the show is over] Welcome to the final frontier Soul Position RJD2 on the beats plus myself, Blueprint, on the rhymes [the show is
I ain't really wanna holler or nothin' I just pegged you as the type for frontin' Steady chucklin' with your girlfriends actin' contrary and cluckin' But ya song
his spunk Because I have the right to riff, and in spite Of a few protests, progress and I might smite you Once you come, your fronts, they got no future Blunts blur