You could be my way out misery Cast the doubt look beyond pain Inside try to live don't try to Hide i need ya here i want ya Here you keep me sane
You could be my way out misery Cast the doubt look beyond pain Inside try to live don't try to Hide i need ya here i want ya Here you keep me sane please
's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror I'm seein' something scary, it's slowly comin' clearer I had a funny feeling that today will be the day
you appear (Kanye) lifestyles of the broke an famous let you know how crazy this game is look at all the new beautiful faces at home supermodels myspaces long for the shot
mad old buzzard, the reverend Shrieked and flapped About life after you're dead Well, I thought about my friend, Michel How they rolled him in linoleum And they shot
Pat what up?) Lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new beautiful faces At home supermodel, myspaces Long for their shot
's over pot Legalize Drugs. Drugs. Legalize Drugs. History repeats that sure is the truth But does America learn from its not so distant past We have a new problem facing us today
perfect story The mystery is waking up in misery The music industry brainwash celebrities Girls sleep sexy, they wake up with a monster Have no idea that their face
dollar question is The million dollar question is street corner? This is what he said Have you ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door? This is what
and You'll be together not a day less Just know until that time comes And after you cross that first mile That the hardest part is behind you And all
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day
ago, chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow. Nothing you do, nothing can be new. What is good? What is true? Seeking to serve not ourselves, never. The Lord is
And now, we are going to translate: "This is my left hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano sinistra." And now: "This is my right hand." Repeat after
't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? You fucking disappoint me! Passive
