disgrace, after having been A bad bad boy You like to see me cry, fact you can't deny Mother I ask you why? If I hurt your honour, you push me back into my corner
a place called desire There's a stone-cold intrusion of mad man's fire But he leaves when the lust and desire released And you're left with an empty
on which to rest My dirty little white stone With dimples to keep it from Rolling down the dusty trail Brought such straight rows Like corn and peas
the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone
your computer software de-buggin' But we holding hardware cause we thuggin' Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed And all this snow, I call it empty
' up, the corner cold, critical, unquestioned My opponents know I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show Chromatose, toasted, gettin' money while I roam the coast Stones
in hell again With these jealous men Lord forgive me but I smell a gin On the lips of winos Sent a plaque turned 'em all into albinos With horns coming
time I hear the sound East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town I've seen it all before The freezing corners and the empty
Rolo Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos Funny style niggas never down with me Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty
sit your ass down shut the fuck And get stoned, motherfucker Well, I'm wakin' up so early, 'cuz I knew this day would come My daddy's passed out with an empty
the 1 and that's for real I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown I'm bendin' corners
corner stone cold by the nightmare shadow, shadow convict me for living the lie I was prone to nothing but empty hearts, empty, empty smiles, empty dreams, empty
slick Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick needing cash Burning through the trash that piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty
stars 4. raingods dancing Empty churches, empty pews, in the subway nothing moves and the static on the radio is drowning out the sound of raingod's dancing, Empty playgrounds, empty
up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz
they?ll say you?re one and only then straight up leave you lonely like a transplant patient waiting for a donor like a half empty balloon after a party in the corner
forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything No navigator to find my way home Unladened, empty and turned to stone
