All night until you find... That I'm ok, and my hands aren't shakin' this could be all that we make it my dear. And I fear, that we've been chasing after
silence... And it's never to late... And we've been waiting... I remain alive, despite the fact that everything we have, everything we have is gone...and
back from home... And we'll hold ourselves to everything we've said... And it's so hard...to keep ourselves. From falling apart. I'm falling apart. And it
until you find... That I'm ok, and my hands aren't shakin' this could be all that we make it my dear. And I fear, that we've been chasing after something
, we can feel alive. And we'll take this town with everything we have. And we'll make it through this. If it takes a lifetime we'll be fine. And this
But I guess we all knew that was coming. I mean, the story is called, `Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call it, `Peter and the Wolf' if there
and some seconds Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin, couldn't describe em cause it
on) What you gonna do with all these girls? (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on rra) That boy that
take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, hoo bangin' That's how we
We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, whoo bangin' That's how we hoo
controls the way that it ends I got the weight of the world on my shoulders And one phone call can change it, make it fall 'til I'm all caved in My
is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out
it Pass that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it Pistol totin' and a loadin
there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and
was Polly Ann Yeah that was his good woman John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home He laid down to rest his weary back and early