little time What is your plan? to make me feel this way when I'm content... you take it all away You show me how great life can be Then you take all life's
Meet me at the staff door When the posers all go home We'll gather with the other Fools And put on a proper show So here's to the Poorest Poet Who always
time What is your plan? to make me feel this way when I'm content... you take it all away You show me how great life can be Then you take all life's
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song Meet me at the staff door When the posers all go home We'll gather with the other Fools And put on a proper show So here's to the Poorest Poet Who
Root yourself to the ground Capitalize on this good fortune One word can bring you round Changes One road to loneliness It's always the same One road to happiness It's
allow Still I'm lonely now Pretty faces from the covers of the magazines From their covers to my covers wanna lay with me Fame and fortune still can
go. We know what went wrong, and I know your mom is laughing, and it's your aunt's baby's daddy in Cinncinatti. Wonder why bitch happy.. [Look at you
's mine is mine and what's his is his In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe If that line is crossed that's when them guys appear It's like
no scholarship give a crackhead the keys and let em polish it streetlife dont abolish it, they breakin rules now makin rattin seem cool now, you should rap the fuckin fool
granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie, where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost. Yeah, but it's my life that's
. I can hear my granddad's stories Of the storms out on lake erie, Where vessels and cargos And fortunes and sailor's lives were lost. Yeah, but it's
bitterest pill Is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more hate Now autumn's breeze blows Summer's leaves through my life
you are That?s the name of the game It?s the name, name of the game That?s the name of the game That?s the name of the game That?s the name of the game
If you out there don't get what I say, there's nothing owed to you To feel that way is born inside no matter what you do I wonder how my fortune fell
of safe's like they mausoleum doors getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's no room for George yeh, the fear of God's in you