so fall by my side and say "This can't... just can't be the end." I won't wake up from this, so won't cha break your smile and scream it's the end. You
This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see
I wish I could just let go But I love you (I love you) And I believe that one day you will come around But can you tell me How do I always end up being
we ever wanted to say Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
[Eminem] Fuck an intro man, let's go... I come around like what goes around. What goes up must come down. Anyone who comes up must go down. Might as
Everything I say everybody tryna diss 'em Everybody playin him, truth be told The last n-gga ever let the truth be told And oh Mos Def ran to my home
wants to be alone I don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the mornin' 'Cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home Ah, the
only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
of livin today) (And save me, I feel so alone) (I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5
It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world Where beef could never end
m the man who makes the street his home And my lean mean heart is just as hard as stone Oh, I'm my main man Don't want nothin' from no one I'm my main
goes off And I jizz in my pants Open my window and a breeze rolls in And I jizz in my pants When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I jizzed
fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white my curfew's at 10 but I stay out till midnight sitting' in my ride puffin bennys from my one hitter can't smoke at home
am gone Yeah, we ready, back up in 'em with nothin' but the harmony rhythm Hard hittin' flows all we give 'em Flows that spit venom, no cop, there goes the end
] Yeah we ready, back up in a??em Wit nothina?? but that harmony rhythm Hard hittina?? flows all we give a??em Flows that spit venom No cop there goes the end
the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look at my nightstand and pick the paper back up Nostradamus, I'm readin' chapter, after chapter Predictions of the end
There?s something about the Georgia summer afternoons When the sun goes down and the air gets cool And it's home to me, oh, it's home to me And I've
