inside You open doors, you realize Those melting images They twist your inner core They're hours wasted, they're hours wasted Is that what you died
are, we're damn good at it. We are world renown for what we do. And you, you're nothing more then a trophy mounted high upon our wall of fame. Hung
letter, But it all adds up to nothing, Today is your birthday, Have a happy birthday, There's nothing that you wanted So I write another letter, But it all adds up to nothing, Today is
it'll be okay I wish I didn't wish that you were mine I wish you weren't so enchanting I wish I wasn't hung up on your smile It's unhealthy and compulsive
single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus
In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black
poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
world tonight Singing Hallelujah it's Christmas It's Christmastime again Singing Hallelujah it's Christmas Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah it's Christmas It's Christmastime again Singing Hallelujah it
good for goodness sake You better not pout You better not cry You better not shout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming to
All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow
princess, stick it in Relapse you back bitch, don't ever try that again All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin
nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz
Electricity running through it always feels good sometime the only thing that really ever could feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it I shoved it
store it up Can't nobody do it like 311 break it down, what it is, dedication sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down throw down fuck the bullshit
My fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in my throat and everything is DEAD but it's all right Take it easy You bleed so
fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in my throat and everything is DEAD but it's all right Take it easy You bleed
population bluntes generation. no compassion, no sympathy indifferent humanity. don't withhold good from those who deserve it god will remember you and you
in love again Nine Lives - Feelin' lucky Nine Lives - Live again Nine Lives - It ain't over Nine Lives - Live for ten I got good luck In certain situations I'm feelin' like I hung
