(Portishead) I'm so tired of playing, Playing with this bow and arrow, Gonna give my heart away, Leave it to the other girls to play, For I've been
I'm so tired of playing, Playing with this bow and arrow, Gonna give my heart away, Leave it to the other girls to play, For I've been a temptress too
I'm so tired of playing, Playing with this bow and arrow, Gonna give my heart away, Leave it to the other girls to play. For I've been a tempteress too
shadows and dreams Did you ever see a man who did walk down the street white robe with no shoes on his feet and on top of his head place a box with
m just a black man livin out a black mans dream I went from Popeye's to eatin Flintstone wings Pourin out alcohol, rollin up green Playin X-Box on a
Soap box preacher standing on the corner And all the people they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of glory But those that fear they
pain Now I tried to compromise, see the other side of the story But that's easier said that done When it comes to your pride and your glory I'm a pimp
my game 'cos that's how I got this And when I return the playback everybody gets pist And now I am the man fielding all the glory And when you rise down
pharoah, here's the medicine, see the arrow The Fellas, the Neighbors, and the Ghetto Dwellas From New York to Missouri My glory is handshakes and
more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out
to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali
deep breath Strike your lungs like a deadly pathogen, let the assassins in Loss of oxygen leads to hospitals Loss of optical and audio optional But not optimal, octagonal Box
good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory
lingering in limbo Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple Kill 'em all let God separate good from evil You fagots do it for glory Y'all's
lingering in limbo Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil You faggots do it for glory Y'alls just
love me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory
For thy is the kingdom and the power, and the glory Forever The king's a ruler, the ruler rules The king's a ruler, the ruler rules The king's a ruler