i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go of
: i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go
copin' moms Damn you and circumstance too I can't stand you You make a mockery of our struggle [? ] with plans too And I swear to god I wish you helped
to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small
ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
to ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
2] Ayo Niggas know I spit dangerously That's why wherever I go they all call me Dangerous Lee I don't care if we chill together you ain't hanging with me
guided me to Tennessee (home) Chorus Take me to another place Take me to another land Make me forget all that hurts me Let me understand your plan
Tell me one time. Just what you know about. Slipping through the cracks in the floor. Breaking down, forget yourself, forsake your soul. This world is killiing me. This world is shooting me
you forget And I've tried To finally decide Why I'm in your face And if you can't already tell I am unable to let things go I'm told I do it very well
and ask me what was the matter. I guess I kind of liked that." "Really? You're telling me you're doing all this for attention?" "No, I hate it when people look at me
tough, you gotta feel me though Cause I ain't trying to be sad I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had I work hard I still grind
you see I am your greatest fan. Don't talk about me, Les. I'm your fan! [Les:] I'm really touched. [Chet:] Why don't you get a thumb pick and learn
me And you twist my arm Twist my arm You shout about the money And you'd shout late at night And you'd shout about my mother You know you're wasting
to a bodybag It ain't the image I had, it's the image you get When you don't take nothin and you're down for the set I had to play my cards right because
you tell me I keep it tight, you weak when you write And get beat, you light player It's the flavor I save for your neighbor My niggas died for this money and