from your paper soul (You got a paper thin soul) You got a paper thin soul You got a paper thin soul You got a paper thin soul A paper thin soul
sin How could there be a now if there never was a then? That is unbalanced just like the yang without the yen I am distinguishably deeper as opposed to the paper-thin
this is a lyrical aquaduct Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping I'm taking trips, your eyes
No where to go down these dead end roads I tried to flee, just to free my soul It's a sanction, which way to go I don't know(I don't know) I tried the
put the tougnes to two loose Have everybody on the corner goin' Holdin' they mouth shock as fuck I haven't just aired that boy out And now there's blood on
flow, this is a lyrical aqua duct Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte like the MC, I'm 'Paper Thin', you tripping I'm taking trips,
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin Last night I heard you making love to him The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb The grunt of unity when
I need to just admit my faith is paper thin I'm feeling so burned out on religion I say an empty prayer, I sing a tired song I need to just admit that
evil djin who's deadly like tornado The world has become an aquarium Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles I on the other hand stand on the outside
Sam Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lam She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam! While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden
wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters Emptied
Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh The problem got buried alongside the flesh The contamination of body and soul By nuclear waste dumped
heat and dust Stetch our romantic souls To cover the wunderlust At midnight in some strange city Black-burned and medieval Shiver inside our paper thin
wade through the muddy waters Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters Ain't no love, niggaz hate to see another bubble At the club sittin' on
paper towel. Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now. Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one. The walls that I stood on
! Help me pour this gas on me! I need to drown in flames to be free! Help me pour this gas on me! I sold my soul, I sold my soul... (x11) God! Help
on me I sold my soul (I sold my soul (I sold my soul) I sold my soul (I sold my soul) (I sold my soul) (I sold my soul) (I sold my soul) (I sold my
