a hole to beg a please now rest for me This world is just cold stone this world is just cold stone this world is just cold stone we're in a hole we
me hear you shout Shake down, break down Just can't sit still You cut off your hair and sold it For your pretty little pill I've learned some things
Look, let me show you [VERSE 2] What type of thing are you into? These rhymes I'm bringin you Are sort of like slingin you, I'll tell you a thing or
you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont help My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin'
it's good to be back Welcome everyone I've just begun the second half of the show The nitty-gritty of the city wasn't pretty But it taught me some things
good reason, johnny cash had a good feeling you were leavin', i guess it was the season you were gettin' pretty cold, i did the same in return, turned my heart into stone
shes similar a waste of mi saucy perilier used to look good in the videos now she look hideous now its broken crack pipes with lipstick traces walk the cold
up in shame things that only I know Strike a match and light another candle, raise my hands a sing a pretty song. If anybody knew this ugliness inside me would they throw a stone
What's left of his heart is inside his brain Get down on your knees Say pretty please Or do you want to freeze? The iceman cometh My pretty pretty thing
thing to me It was at another party But to her I guess they're all the same You know she'll ask you for a lite And pretty soon she wants to know
Through the walls and the picture frames It?s not just old in here It?s swirling underneath the door And all around the cabinet drawers It?s getting pretty cold
Nothin but love for what he be showin'. I tell him, hey gimme my TV back, but you know him and those things. Oh yeah, one more thing, to top it off,
Nothin but love for what he be showin'. I tell him, hey gimme my TV back, but you know him and those things. Oh yeah, one more thing, to top it off, I
go along and we said we'd fake it. Feel better with Oliver Stone 'til I almost smacked him- seemed right that night and, I don't know what takes hold out there in the desert cold