time you were happy since so long ago now i tried to take a picture but it didn't come out and the messages sent are almost as blurred my cryptic printstyles dials to songs
of the pie throw their summers in the sky No love lost, baby, the future is so bright (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!) (Difficult... isn't it?) [Verse 2
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
the tv Lately that's not really working 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
2, 3, 4... I need a silent true-way to admire. Like you as a sunset, and I as a wildfire. And I can let the day go... I've locked up these words, in
Them kush we smoke some Smell when a nigga passin We getting to the cash and You can see a nigga shinin' Just a lil doe, a couple hoes, a couple 2-3 diamonds
be tempted I been there before [repeat] [Verse 2:] And after nights like that, I'm dead tired at work Behind on deadlines and a boss that's a jerk 2
heart, listen through it Everywhere 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
off that bullshit. [Lyrics Born:] 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred
that when I found her I loved her more than my music [Verse 2:] We forgot how it started, were lost in the moment All this commotion of bottled up emotion The love is blurred
some real clowns over there They some real clown killers Shooting off in the air like that aye yo son where my real thugs n' them at (chorus) x 2 If
f/ Ronald Isley (Ronald Isley singing throughout song) [Prodigy and Havoc talking] Yeah yeah Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah,
is the greed gold mix me Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but
my rage, but I found it in my heart to believe. You are home. Some nights I have this blurred vision, where we dance in a dream to the songs that we love. Those songs
gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear
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
