up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess
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Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind
the car just wouldn't make it I was turning tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the bitch was trashed And death was in my eye I had
the reality with my mother's eye water The author with a papermate Spittin paperweights [El-P] From the tract in a government funded botch freerange A 22 nicotine patch
birthday cake's external light It'll all get graphic People made of plastic Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye But when I got the eye patch I hit the
try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And
from the burning words served up cold With an icepack eye patch, on the verge of losing control When my high-hat mind snaps, no purpose of abusing the soul
likely they gon reminisce over you R A W nuthin here soft Dirty black trunk spite air off All for one we all steam riffa Patch over the eye Mona Mona
I think your album is incredible" The way the hon' upon I, comin' on a sun I "You're so darn sexy with that patch over your one eye" Well I'm glad you
wrongdoing doin you Cause dogs barkin and the girl sigh Here to present myself as the sparkle of the world's eye Picture I - where Spice Girls chick arrived
rose lost in my black flag Motel strange corridors With the only sensor receptacles receiving technical difficulties Mics philiac ?? No gimmicks A patch over your left eye
try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one i'ma kill ten And
isn't funny, And I pay someone else to make the orchestration!) Oh, island of the soul, Valleys hushed and white with snow. Ireland's eye... You'll
I can't make you believe that I want you So please come home for it And I'll make right All the sad nights and hard lines And I will look you in the eye
car just wouldn't make it I was turning, the tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the bitch was trashed And death was in my eye I had
steel and silver sing They made us dance until we dropped And the music of the jackhammers stopped I caught a cinder in my eye Searching for a patch
