've said a lot of things I've done it all but not this I've got to figure out Why the world is so big While you hide in the forest You engage with the
I've said a lot of things I've done it all but not this I've got to figure out Why the world is so big While you hide in the forest You engage with the
is numb and my mouth's okay And you can listen or just walk away We tried, we cried, we fell, we lied This life's like one white knuckle ride Crack
down to it who cares Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race I run But ya losin' all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun Number one wit a
and sometimes fire With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen I shot the stars out of the sky When each one fell sparkling to the ground
down to it who cares Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race I run but ya losin all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun Number one wit a bullet
my real niggas) Real niggas do real things, things (To all my real niggas) [Timbo King] Yo, for real niggas who feel this is on some numb shit Gun shit
