the point of no return. You can't clean the slate, you can't wash away the dirt. Now my patience is fleeting, i can't escape the feeling. Brain waves
to the point of no return. You can't clean the slate, you can't wash away the dirt. Now my patience is fleeting, i can't escape the feeling. Brain waves
we killed Elvis I shot Reagan with the help of the secret service Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite 12 gauge waving at your brain
it because I was sure to get off. 'Help me, Amos.' she said, 'lt's my goddamn hour-need.' [Roxie Hart] Now he shot off his trap I can't stand that sap
under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Ice low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No [Gucci Mane:] I don't got no brain no more
