from your doorstep. And out of touch, I missed it And though it may seem lost or late, I'm certain that the timing's right: We've got to do this. We
your doorstep. And out of touch, I missed it And though it may seem lost or late, I'm certain that the timing's right: We've got to do this. We don'
one knows the reason to the rhyme, It might not make a difference, No-one knows or has that kind of time I didn't want to say this but now I know it'
op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets? I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue
life gets way too big Well fuck it, that's my life. If you wanna dance You gotta pay the band What once was hard to understand Is something I've accepted As a condition to this
Yeah, this is the testimony of our conscience (This is my heart) That in holiness and Godly sincerity Not in flesh and wisdom have we been above reproach
have a problem all this TV has made us dumb anxious is what we've become too much prozac in our systems it's our mental condition it's our mental condition
gotta say P-nut, beat that thang we got one more for ya it's called Feels So Good Well everybody got opinion that's loud and unbending I spend my time
Well everybody got opinion that's loud and unbending I spend my time healing and mending together it's a question of whether live positive well I give
hulks over a broken hookah Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip Condition the
nothing you should change But the will to want to So maybe this is not the time But baby, time is on your side You see, the sooner that you know this
Missing every moment like a physical condition It brings you down and isnt it profound Stop and take a second look around this town Things are changing all the time
foreground to background It's all in an instance and I've lied A failure to contact in time 'Cause I've seen your wrists in such bad condition The frequency
if i'm behind hour upon hour, as i slay the fucking demons fantasy, reality combine cry out, critical condition scream, shout rise up, don't need this
reality of our condition Stop look and listen Maybe that's the way that we'll know stop look and listen Maybe that's the way that we'll know Maybe this time
Baby girl if we gone do this one time Then you gone get the works Cause their ain't no impressions Like impressions at the first But if we gone do this
it When I can't take it no more This is what I say La Di Da Da Da La Di Da Da Da Over When you can't take it When you can't take it no more This is what
