Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will
[Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My
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: [Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame
[Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame,
tell the truth, we changed things Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less
my pace No rims on my Benz-o Just tint hoe and good endo I love a girl that think alot Cause sex with me is mental That mental, that brain power my J rolled and that thing
their cities And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed
sugar injections And cardiopulmonary resuscitation You sucked up my infection You fed my brains and ice cream And now i dream in saccharine Cradled me til i could melt Yr the warmest thing
who rush on through the crowd Towards their own quiet worlds, their separate places Somewhere I'm never allowed 'Cause I've always been one to say what I need And than the next thing
show the world you're my golden girl, when we shoppin' They see us on the streets, they say, "Son, scooped a hot one" You taste like banana cake, you shaped
Though it was you who said them in the first place Since then someone wrote them down To pay for his new beach space There's all these things you can't recall And things
a bitch You better believe in karma Just look at the sorry shape you're in There's a doll with your name and your gloomy face And the department up doin' a rush
smear them inside their mouths And as I, I turned around I could see the shape of a woman, perfect, perfectly erotic Squatting over a pile of these dead things
It?s the R baby, it?s the God baby It?s the R baby, it?s the God baby I got rhymes, I love to bust looking for a club to rush It?s like thugs will rush
ready to do big things go ahead and call us Better involve us or else you're gonna face problems Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers And if
