He's the perfect gentleman With 12 roses in his hand That's just how we pretend To someone else, it all makes sense And I've got the plastic heart To make all
all be fine, cause here on earth or up in heaven hand in hand you'll soon be mine.' so can you promise me only one thing while you're dancing in the clouds? just tell
Well I heard good things fall apart so better things can fall together If there was one thing I could say to you, to make you say forever Well I'
So when I think about it all I can't wait to get back home To fall right back into your arms And talk about the million miles That we've driven so far
So baby can we talk now, talk now. Baby will you stop now, calm down. Just let go of everything thats holding you up, and keeping you from keeping up
through my chest Too bad you were second best Please stay awake There's a few things left to say Finish up the games you play All alone I think there
just wore less make-up But its hard to realise When you're sky high Fighting off the spaceships And so you're drinking in your room To make it all go
good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [2x] [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa*sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa
all So we can ball At Thugs Mansion [Chorus] (There ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out
brighten up the sky How many die? Heard the Fugee was trying to do me Look bitch I cut your face, this ain't no mothafucken movie Then We watch the other
never gave me nothing everything i got myself so they can't tell me nothing still they all in my grill tryna' to claim that they will tryna' tell me they
's all about peace [VERSE 2: Bret E.B.] Wise but still wonderin, all of the blunderin My soul is drenched in blood and the sky is thunderin Subject to all
the veil will be lifted sacrament that I hold close and I feel noble solar marigolds light the souls return from that other world Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell
sit and i wonder why i even trip at all cause half are down when i get down the other half wanna see me fall waitin around all heaven bound and you seen
to die with a mic in my hand, it's like... Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...
eyed Never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other
