So I Can't Walk I'm Being Drugged Out Of My Mind So I Can't Kill You It's The Ticking Of His Heart I Still Hear Inside My Head Accusing Me, Reminding
and I'm real, I'm one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care They stories about this world, I wonder if y'all hear It don't really
anymore But I'm his friend as well and there's no way I can tell Tales that will make you unsure Don't ask a friend; don't make me tell a lie Don't ask
in them guts like a gardener If she starts screamin', I'm gonna fuck the bitch harder Cause these are the tales, the freaky tales These are the tales I tell
from the suburbs Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork On that ATL tattle tale
[Chorus] I was happy at the time, Never knowing who was mine. Now I hear your heart is broken. [Project Wyze] Erica please. [Chorus] [Project
floor But I don't seek that shit no more It's different for me Try to tell myself a different story This Alpha male, recount-the-tale bullshit Can just
none other Which brings us to the next move It's a simple case of show and tell or rather show and prove Of made up gang moves and foolish fairy tales
the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale' Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die? I tell
Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man
night my posse prepared to sneak up when im early up creepin nothin' is sleepin but silence and i got all me peeps wet got to hell tales wha we hail
, I never would've done it I guess I would've let it slide If I'd paid attention to what others were thinkin' The heart inside me would've died But I
something better You've got a heart of stone When the whip that's keeping you in line doesn't make him jump Say he's hard of hearin', say that he's
how much Harold knows And the way he looks at you I don't want to hear why Harold's now skinny I don't want to see Margo's bikini So if they call, tell
Fire falling from the sky Rage of God is coming down Armageddon's drawing nigh Sinner cry, heathen die Hear the toll of pain, Gloria, Gloria In the fiery
this old town And that's where my true love lays around And he takes other women right down on his knee And he tells them a little tale he won't tell
so tired of living, too weary to cry Too stubborn to give in, curl up and die This whole situation has I must confess All the tell tale signs of another
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger
