on the floor Illusion never changed into something real I'm wide awake and I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn Torn
my history He fought for what he thought Would set us somehow free He tought me what to say in school I learned off by heart But now that's torn
one of their pets out in the road ahead. As they approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg that had been torn away somehow.
in old, torn clothes Keep it real bitch, I ain't start off rich And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga shit ain't changed One word too many, get your mouth
little homies stood shocked While they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop On the other side of sorrow is a father being torn Apart by the sight
the sun me and the desert we are one I am a murderer Only the dead souls know I'm alive They want me to lie down by their side These are the demons
the air like this so everybody can see um And when i say hip hop......ya'll say one love! Hip hop! One love! Hip hop One love! Hip hop! One love!
this so everybody can see um And when I say hip hop, ya'll say one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love
manhandlin' Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole Indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for Gettin' hastled by wild boys, like gettin' lassoed by
sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again [Ying Yang Twins Talking] From the point when a child is torn from the mothers umbilical cord, no one
My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is Torn from a mothers umbilical cord No one really
em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears Stuck up a shop
knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn
right," She sits on the porch of her Daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn, She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who
One, two, three, four Blind man wavin' by the side of the road In a flatbed Ford carryin' a heavy load Sweet thing sipping on a blueberry wine On a flat
' Then we do it again, it's adrenaline I'm carcinogenic, my chemistry's a little bit off You tend to be a little bit soft Well I'm off on my tangent,
thoughts And proper manners But off the cameras Something?s simmerin? across the land About to bubble up and knock The lids off of the pots and pans
