If i drift into a day dream I will melt away the real things that I tried so hard to find And my hands, they are useless while I fumble through the ashes
my shit, so peep my drift I hope y'all don't think you're helping me out with that shit That shit stressin' me out Nickel nine is blowin' up Christmas
Don?t refrain, and don?t drift, they will praise lyricist When I come, stepping to the pace of my drums Deep down, there's a sound, it's growin' rapidly
sounded wack Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band Everybody clear with beats trying to be Premier Clearing samples, your SP-12 fake examples My money grows
no one's listening Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up screaming Wake up
I think I'm water I sickness grows inside Help me out of it "You are a light" "You are a sound" "Drift within" "This is your body" I decayed and
Keepin' up the rhythm, steady as a clock Doin' a little thing called the hillbilly rock Some say it came from Memphis down in Tennessee Or it drifted
remedy But it keeps the embers in the fire burning strong Though the days and the weeks grow long Oh, you could be comforted by just how profound One little sound
feel guilty, don't go crazy Don't get paranoid with me" The arrogance of the youth You wanna prove something Picking up a microphone Starts one thinking older As the fear starts to grow
And the only sea I want to sail Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk Where a kid grow's full of sadness Let's all go drifting out into the evening
could be steppin' through a time zone The air raced by there was no sound We drifted high above the ground And then he said you know this place And then a smile lit up
? drifting in and out his mind never rests lying in shadows replaying a thousand regrets can you hear me am i getting through? a million miles away or here beside you? drifting
reaper gots the streets cut off my mentals start to sway to my dismay i'm terrified am i fried no coccaine in my system pollins messin' up my eyes can
't hug my babies If I drift and slept in Hades" It's crazy how niggaz be killin', be sayin' they ready to die You ready to die? I'm ready to live, nigga, grow up
cant hug my babies if i drift and slip in hades its crazy, and niggas be killin me sayin they ready to die, (you ready to die?) im ready to live nigga. grow
upright, but as still as the first. MARTIANS: Ulla! Ul-! JOURNALIST: Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded
