you, some mo' thug ish Yeah, all about this green cheese This for my thugs, feel me on this No, feel us on this ay [50/50 Twin:] 50/50 got grind, cause
my block, Gulfbank and Antoine That's the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga That the block that fed me food when my stomach Was touching my back
mirror Inhuman eyes stare back at me The blueprints of decadence are revealed Subconscious beast revels in aggression Knowing nothing of boundaries, My twin
Two different fates; my love paramour ooze out and away Two different fates; my love paramour ooze out and away Two different fates they fig up my love
You can you can you can work Through the pain Or enjoy the pleasure You can you can you can work Through the pain And come to peace I remember my secret
-foot women Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin My science fiction twin Decided to become invisible He has my eyes, my face, my
Cross my path don't get in my way You better watch what you fucking say!
bibilical oppimistic thank my lucky stars never to save my graces im so greatful god take me to the promis land all i see is cats with guns soap in my
an end here see Drive me there I'm meant to be deceived We are coming to an end here see Reaching for a sentence in my mouth Well hidden under my tongue
[Lyrics: Nystrom] And here you are So much time did you waste from times before So shut down your sky Bow down, lights out & die And now you go The
is hung in shame I thought that you had grown That you would carry on But now that I have gone What else has been withdrawn You used to be like my twin
is hung in shame I thought that you had grown That you'd carry on But now that I am gone What else's been withdrawn You used to be like my twin And
you're looking for my soul She traded that old thing in years ago No, it doesn't matter where I go She?s the one who's in control But if I close my
you save me from My twin My twin My twin (My twin) I know he looks like me (My twin) Hates work like me and walks like me (My twin) He's even got a
that I was cool. Even said I could go far, just me and my guitar. I combed my hair in a big El quiff, Lots of grease to make it stiff, My pointed toes and my
got a one way ticket to hell, Smack dab in the middle of the ATL, And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go, All my niggaz say