She hums along to the room tone while she tidies up She'll harmonize with the room tone while she reads her book He works alone in the room tone and
Hide me in your hair ?cause I can?t bear to go out there and face the world Hide me in your room behind the broom, I?ll make some room and I won?t care
There is a war on and all of the morons are winning, they are winning year to year. There is a war on and you're on the front lines grinning, you are
Take me for a ride, she said its time The queen of heavy sighs takes back the night And cowering Olympians unite Let me hitch a ride, I think you'll
Hey modern school girl what have you done to me? Hey modern school girl you seem to smirk right through me Men erected statues for you Men have toppled
I charge thou art a fake, thou sulking indie rocker trying to make, Like you never meant to fuck her and to break; Her heart to write your song well
West Van girl, you are all that isn't fair Can I brush your hair and whisper East Van things in your ear? West Van girl, you're a sheltered little gem
What?s seeming quiet, in private rages We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer Our sense of play, I sense is dimming We?re an orphanage of children
Towards your learning, you focused all of your desire when I was burning Discussed the properties of fire, Does it occur to you now? In the ashes all
Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart Growing older is repairing damages Accepting failure A series of slaps in
When we were young, we dreamt of houses Took Madonna whores as spouses Storied halls, our portraits hung When we were young When we were young youth
Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are
You've seen enough You've been too much You've gone too far And when thine lie offends Thee prop against the bar You ________ awkward stage As you approach
next rapper comin out the A (A-town) Hoping for a record deal to ignore my pain (ya) now lets pretend like i?m on the stage and when my beat drops everybody
Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A Hoping for a record deal, to renew my pain Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage And when my beat drops
be the next rapper coming out the A Hoping for a record deal, to renew my fame Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage And when my beat drops everybody
The credits roll, the camera pans And in the mist our hero stands He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer An awkward pause, then what?s my
my flows, This scene is full of falling MCs I wear hardhats to shows, And every hip hop head's a critic, cos some hit the stage hard, But couldn't get