I'm in love with you, little sister We ride home in the night While under our feet, the rain paints the street with the stars Passing cars with light
ooh you're still awake everyone else is off to sleep they are happy and they're dreaming but she's alone stare at the ceiling what is this feeling?
I'll be your lover I'll be your friend I'll be a part of the illusion that let you on and took you away but I'm forgetting all the lies All that you want
Suicide When you know You mean well But not if I have to offer Give it back It's a joke you can sell But I still have to laugh It was a beautiful dream
My God, I can't see how we are in love What is this fate? All the time that I believed that I would be lost If I were alone Hold it now, hold it now
Baby you know it's like I'm sleeping (Don't close your mouth) I feel so close to you now (Don't close your mouth) And even though I'll never hold you (
by the grand high exhausted At your door where the portrait is the raw shit Picture that while I spit anthrax On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back
the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly Feverishly sponged up the information high Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck She pet him with a mechanical tape
despise Their presence is starting to show The time has come, come to be known Their reflexes faster than light They move to the skies, Moving faster like a comet telemetry tape
and the right The dark and the light We wrestle with the balance We change our tone We leave our phone And tape record our absence In lovin' memory
tryin' say I never made it Now my confidence is high like it's medicated Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain I'm off the wall like in memory of
it up slightly and tell me what you see. sorry, but it's nothing more than paper and ink see what i'm trying to say is i can't keep a memory. on a 4
, these mic minerals is Ital cookings Gettin seasoned on, we carry blades of various shapes For the crates and CD's, and those still married to tapes
the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F in Put the volume up on BringIt, Legion getting in a session From there to a Brucie tape, I'm almost
all that I made a mistake And I keep looking for that blindfold faith Lighting candles to a cynical saint Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
Wiz Khalifa:] Drop top... leather seats Tape deck playing, she a freak It ain't about money, it ain't my language Don't know my name in memory of rick
OH I heard the boy he said OOH OH The party people he said OOH OH Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo Check it, check it Driftin on a memory, brought forth from
a certified bomb Designed to designate all over the tape Got my Cuban Puertoricans all up in the place Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check
