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the moon Life feels cold in my arms again Dipped myself in lucky charms again Hope I find a homeless kid Hope I find the moon Hope I find you all again
You always did You always did You always did In my dreams I can always speak Cause I know there only dreams And they'll all get blown away But all of
Still I don?t know When will reach the valley below And where am I going? Am I free fall? If it lasts forever it will feel like nothing at all, nothing at all
break my heart soon Just let's end it all now not about ourselves No point in reminiscing it's killing time Finger prints on dusted canvas walls Born a mental birds all
Or I'll start driving through the red lights I don't belong in the human race All fighting for the fast lane Within pool empty silence Far away from all
When I need you and you're my only friend Then I came to you and pretend That the stars all around you are almost gone That the stars all around you
Without warning I can feel you're out of reach It's alright your out of sight With no reflection Nobody knows me it's how I want to be It's just a plan
m waiting for your call But it never came I guess something changed Did your words mean nothing at all? Somehow complicated Will we return to yesterday again? Feeling lost
nine-elven we still suffering! [Vinnie Paz:] I'm a mutherfuckin' monster, everything I'm spittin' is all real Take a good look in my trunk and it's all
crazy Mirror mirror on the wall, you are - crazy I wonder if it's still called memory loss if you can't remember the last time you lost, ha ha [Chamillionaire
it back if u lost the concept, i wont heart for no glory, like newest gossip this life is the illest movie you can watch yet, got to make sure all your
game on smash, the real nigga's respect us, the rest well, they all ass. Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash. And they all weak, you
will all undress Livin in the lost & found, trapped without sound Dappin ass a pound means it's way underground No, calculating cause it's all round Round
get dough Even though we gets the pest-o Kali say that it's a compliment, When they say that they love the show but I spit the monster shit All you mediocre
he's makin' money I'm not even makin' sense Leather, is all he wears With his George Jetson snap-on hair Women can't stand him, eMpTyV banned him What about his movie
the bar, just stay cool and we good Recognize we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never
Even though we gets the pest-o Kali say that it's a compliment, When they say that they love the show but I spit the monster shit All you mediocre rap