I don't know if i can take this. my mind's totally gone. it's totally jumped ship and now it's sinking in the depths of my worst. i can't tell them.
She's not okay, and she keeps telling me And I don't know what to say When you can't sleep and you can't eat It's just too hard to lead the way Up all
matter of succeeding I'm not bluffing on how I don't wanna live to be 34 But when I'm 40 I'll sing it once more The brittled boned boys march again they'll validate with
If you really want to fuck me up And you really want to make me hurt Well you're going about it all wrong You should think about the angles you're working
I don't wanna be alone, and I don't wanna be high But that's the way I've been living life I don't know what I want, or what I'm running from Should
to wake up with no one beside me Don't want to take up with nobody new Don't want nobody coming by without calling first Don't want nothing to do with
What the fuck is this groping, searching for ideals that'll last? A model of moral perfection who can save your worthless ass. What the fuck's this
[Originally by the Jesus and Mary Chain] Why'd you care? Why'd you want me there? Why'd you sin? Why'd you let me in? I got no shoes, I always got the
Go, go 'head Go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh
our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your head With
hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with
, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
off my head like fucking Brittney Man dre wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who'
fucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lackers in their prime ( prime prime prime) Make money off a motherfucking rhyme ( rhyme rhyme rhyme) T-Raw in the bitch like with
a nigga made a mean egg sandwich [Big Tigger] I seen a couple websites try to put you on blast (uh-huh) with your relationship with homegirl with the
a vein in their arm or their leg So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex I can make the most virile of men forget their sex So now, no, my man, you
and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
