Testi:
The Writing Camp Other

Sunny days are sad Second chance is past Even hearts they breaking Cut inside like shattered glass Can't predict the future But you know it's true

... I'm hitting rock bottom without you... I'll never be the same... My heart is out the game... I'm hitting rock bottom without you... [Verse 2:] So many others

Is this yellow brick road going anywhere? Am I missing my train? How am I getting there? Don't know where it goes, but I know it's meant for me. Yeah

froze it [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] I write rhymes on toilet tissue lyrics tear ya ass up You drop wack shit the only reason you pass butt I write dope with

the problem child, my solution I should move crowds Huh! Tell me how ya like this Or better yet tell me how I could write this Tonight miss I'm a get

never post bail, I ain't fuckin wit you If you ain't never did a crime, I ain't fuckin wit you If other niggas write your rhymes, I ain't fuckin wit

s ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp

with Billy from the hills. Blood flows back and back and back and back, Like a river from a secret source. I feel it wild in me; I pitched my camp At

I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family