just leaked Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams One, two, three, fourteen times a day Can you see, you remind me of How i use to be Let's say goodbye
Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind, But it's fading
they did Just another semi-bummer weekend It seems hard to find a home for the words, though i'm sure they make complete sense In your head It's a light
come together Starting to all make sense We began to blossom, so perfect I'm starting to understand And you have made this cove for us, again If this
a hungry nation And everybody's dancing to get it off their chests And everybody dies, but no one gets to rest Go slow for the angels will fall For the betterness of this
Don't cut your fabric to this years fashion Head trip on the scene again, pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete...trapped
as we only will digress Can you figure it out, develope your moment Rejection is bliss, ignorance is almost And i need you more today Let's talk about
now dead, enough said from the scene I fled wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what
on my macbook air It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned Update your passion Only reason why I be eye chattin' It's when it's time for some action
souls rot No more bloodshed over false deficit Even hip-hop gets a fuckin' face-lift The latest fashion, stock market's crashin' It's Saturday, time
cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action In this musical fashion, if you don'
[Liffy Stokes] Its been a lot of shit talking go flapping nigga fuck this rapping im about scrapping busting caps in killing motherfuckers napkin im all about action
it on my macbook air Its a new form of macking don't be old fashioned update your passion Only reason I be eye chattin its when its time for some action
we go I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago Who needs actions? Who needs actions when you got words That ain't afraid to get physical It's just
me a score from the Funky Four Plus One More (It's the joint!) Rewind that back This is the age for a new stage of fiend Watch how the junkies scream It's
chu?) [Doug E. Fresh] The summer's in action, to party's my passion The women, the fashion, but this year's attraction is smashin, hardcore comin at you raw Cause this
s flamin, charcoal broiled rap Damian's Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball sweat hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards in the making, next album Blood On Chef's