I lie awake with my fists like rocks of hate One midnight call kills the night like an earthquake I've heard of animals that mate for life Sad cries
Didn't learn a goddamn thing Is it only half way through Lent? This hundred bucks is getting awfully warm And it ain't going to the rent I want a chance
These are the days alone with the dog The world just don't need you These are the words I convince myself That I'm right, that I'm of use This is the
Sunk the skiff of off Key West Crystal, tripe and calm incest Soul of a poet, mind is a mess Guilty by excess Bought by a chick half Cherokee She kicked
Poor baby, can't get to sleep 'Cause now no one's safe Soul crushed by the TV screen They went and killed your faith You count the scars on the ceiling
Saturday burned like a star On your bike, go and find your car She left the ring, took the cats And she's never looking back Ain't it time to find your
The doors are slamming upstairs And only quarter to ten I surely don't need the trouble But I've always liked a woman with a bad taste in men You say
Larry Walters was a man who saw his dream take flight Have you ever been afraid but told you had to fight? We all keep dangerous thoughts contained like
I can still see the moon on the night we met It was shining like the grin of a fool You got into the van, drew all over the roof I don't know why, but
You stupid thing, you meant everything you said The ironies are flying right overhead You risked my trust for the worst sucker bets Your closest friend
Faith, bourbon and dignity Faith, bournon and dignity I've been sold out and didn't even yawn At 22 I would have buried your lawn I pass the time like
I've got some time on my hands That time is red I understand I lost the chance to hesitate I deal cards like awful fate All the voices tend to get so
The Moonlight" Ringtone to your Cell Let's drink a toast to the human condition Three sins of gin and an act of contrition We place our bets with the
mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again (Tash) Say what? Over this hip-hop, hey! [Tash] I'm back at-ch
I Dont Sell Doupe No Mo Cuz My Album Blowed Up Im Tha Last Mr.Bigg Im All In Tha Sky All Ya H**S Just Sing [Chorus:] 1,2,3 [x3] His Name Is Mr.Bigg
grimey shit to me And I went back wit her 3 years for carryin a loaded handgun but its forever wit a nigga (ch-ch-blouw) and he lands one to yo cranium
talk to someone else CHORUS all of the good boys and girls in the world do the channel bop (x3) all of the good boys and girls in the world do the ch
