You're probably sick of being tired You can't find the strength to close your eyes, You can't let go, but you can't change everything. No matter what
I found you falling into old routines, As you layed the final straw across my back. Familiar with the ending, The sickening returns, And I've come to
Keeps to himself, never really had that much to say He wears the welts beneath his skin. Those yesterdays have a way of staying when constantly they
As I kick myself again, and I try to pick myself back up again, Don't want to make the same mistakes. Always the first with an excuse, but it's when
Dappled in blue like a midnight moon, Over the mountain, And God we would ride down the steepest side, To the beat of a love drum, Never knew what
[Child] Uncle Cory can you tell us a story please [Cormega] alright, alright [Child] Please [Cormega] Y'all tucked in? Here we go [Cormega] Once upon
I try to look at you but you look away Its not what you say its what you do Just like you dont even care Its all those little things oh that get to
Him thats my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs The rebirth of slick like
I'd take it back to have the chance to see her laugh, no see her dance You never told me it would be so hard. And now I wait for everyday to go away,
As a youth, each Sunday, Dawn went to Church and Paid her respects and not to mention was a virgin. Kid pushed up, Dawn lettin' him Since he made her
ride Riding down a liquor slicked highway I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die Gonna do it 'til the day I die Day I die Liquor slicked highway I got
you about Liquor slicked highway everyday I'm no good I never will be The law is always after me Have no friends I never did Did it all by myself yes I did Liquor slicked
(feat. Mendoughza) [scratching] "Collaborate with live niggaz" "Ill Kid ready to wreck like.." "Back to.. back.. back to.. back" [Hook: Both] Y'all
You get shot up by little niggaz wearin gabberdeans(?) I'm tired of lookin like Malcolm, in the window though Unpack the strap, Baldhead Slick smokin
[talking] Whattup whattup whattup, I got them 5 dolla Baldhead Slick CD's whattup whatttup come and get 'em Yo come here, come here man (yo) Didn't {*
when my spirit recharge like a volt Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*} [Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick] From hot corners to
(feat. Smitty) [singing in background] [talking] B-Slick... Guru... [Chorus x2: Smitty] How you gon' be a killa with no shells in them tecs You sellin
(feat. Lae-D Trigga, Bless) Yeah... ain't nuttin sweet in these streets... Everyday it's a never-ending saga... [Chorus x2: Guru] It's a never-ending