yours So I'm sure it was fleeting, and I'm sure I've been misleaded We were just two people in need, it doesn't have to be Some fucked up tragedy I hope
don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making babies, and can barely read, Some
some Hill shit from comin' through The reality is out with the old, and with the new Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade Switch place life and life
get the pain Constant strain, here we go again another day in the life If I'm blessed, can I just get one successful day in my life My life is the prime example, of a good
few degrees and how good it would prove to be but the waiting is over I finally found you and... I can't see me loving nobody but you For all my life
thanks for your life because yo things will change Ghetto people suffering will soon in-herit the game The last will come first and the first will come last And the good
hopeful I wish that you could show some love Instead of hatin' so much when you see some other people comin' up I wish I could teach the world to sing Write some
life Life never plays to be Nice Tragedy's all in my life Love is what destroyed my life, life Mommy always told me 'bout life Life never plays to be
early in the mornin', dressed in black Don't aks why 'cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with I tell ya life
stole Good times, bad times How life loves a tragedy ([Incomprehensible]) Heartbreaks, heartaches How life loves a tragedy ([Incomprehensible]) Good times, bad times How life loves a tragedy (Life loves a tragedy
You were so beautiful Like a child, young and full of life Seems a hundred years ago You saw everything So much more tragedy than good You even watched
now you're starving for some sympathy And you think you got it worse than me But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy Hey, hey, girl
I'd edit you right out out of my life (edit) Edit you out of my life my life my life my life (edit)x4 Some might say it's just as good as Shakespeare
I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy
Did you find that some Autumn day Your life was in disarray Forlorn for good Did you do what your parents done? Find some mad equilibrium Now I can say
's and Your daughters We struggling trying to get it together But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow I know some
