forget it calibrate and red tag said he had one in the bag i've got it insatiable hunger anger hides two in the eyes never will forget minuet never had
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Locked inside my bedroom Looking at the pictures up on the wall I need a little elbowroom I need space man that ain't all Get home first thing you know
Yeah The right side of my mind It's regeneration, baby Don't look what you will find It's our generation, yeah There's nothing stopping me now We don
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me And every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be Oh how can I forget you, girl
From the morning get wake up, get eat food Get to forget the e trip last night! From the bed to the kitchen get big cup of water Make me feel healthy
1. Everybody's getting religion Everybody's leaving town How do I get to the World Trade Centre Well, Mister, it's just two blocks down Tunnel vision
Gotta nervous kind of feeling Gotta painful yellow headache Every picture in every magazine's Come real Every face looks out And screams at me too
Im riding in the sky, high above Looking down at the ground that youre walking on And all I want is the love you gave to him Amplified a hundred times
Everyone around shout Oh Oh! It?s about to go down Oh Oh! Next time you wanna talk smack, Oh Oh! Prepare for me to smack back. Oh Oh! How you come off
black out Don't let it go to waste This is a black out I want to detonate Sometimes I wish that I could change I can't save you from my poor brain Brain Brain Brain
The beautiful days are long gone I can?t seem to breathe It feels like it hasn?t been that long Since you walked away from me Now I can try to act real
(feat. B1, (MF) Grimm) Ninety-five, keep it live Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin? Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1 and my motherfuckin man Grimm Just
Keep hearing that unemployment's on the rise, but the medians have never seemed more alive. Business must be good for the beggars, because panhandling
This is an apology to myself For all the stupid things that I still do to myself sometimes I give me hell, I stop and wonder why Why do I keep on believing
I'm sick and tired of you calling me names I'm sick and tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety
I think she's starting to like me want me maybe someday love me Well I think she's starting to like me I just love her witty repartee it's so nice If
