will find them again We will find them again This is life this is happening because we're standing before forever This is my heart on the broken I will
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nose to grow They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me So I had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove I'm
broke, but everytime you see Lil O, I'm so clean I'm a nice guy by no means I got these broads talking bout, girl Lil O is so mean [Chorus x4]
And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low If I don't call back, don't put on a show When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on
Big Steve) [talking:] Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big I mean a very very big round of, fuck you To you hoe ass niggaz, out here swooping on
Broken Bacchanalian blisters, It's a long way back to the city, Drunk on gin and valley heat, And feeling fuckin' shitty, Looking back to Shangri-La,
Adrift, now here I am, in blank submission Now I can't find a direction Trust, a failed attempt to a connection A broken heart my affliction I bled for
love They say everybody has somebody They can grow old with Well if thats true, then why is she leaving? Why is she leaving rain clouds on my heart? Im on
This room revolves at 33 RPMs And this broken record is all I?ve got These crooked walls are all I have left to protect me From the pain that waits outside
t ever wanna lose you baby Always wanna be with you All you gotta do is learn to trust me I promise that I will stay true I know that it?s been hard on
Larsson / J.Lundholm) I'm a man, with feelings I never have shown Who tried to succeed on my own How could I be so blind? So long broken dreams,
2nd II None, 'cause the game is fun Some thought it was over (well it just begun) Now watch me clown and have these hoochie hoes spreadin' eagle I mash on
thinkin' you too young to know me I admit, I'm just a bit - older in age, but that ain't the page - we on It's so bad I gotta pee on - some of these
[2Pac] Get on yo' knees ni**a Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President [Big Syke] Blacks is broke
elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on