I was chewing on our last kiss after i left you at your plane. I let it go with saltier water. For the first time since i left, i just feel like going
for the shiest boy in the bay? I'm not to blame for the choices she made. But she left to find answers besides me. Can't help be sad that she won't find
keep them awake. Follow the light until it sets and sleep through their nights and regrets, feet broken into blisters and cold, keep it going (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
i'm glad i'm not the last to see our minds are blurred with facts. Don't get fed on meat that's fodder and don't gag on shit that makes your mind go numb
mind, or what's left of it for the most part. By the road is a clever remark, something i should be upset about (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these
your soles. Leave your head in the sun and keep none... i wish for you, spiderman, have a great plan. With train tracks on your soles. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
into the pillow. The things that don't drip from my cheeks will turn into the muddy holes that shield my feet (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these
for hearts and things we can't even give out. But until then i'll wake up in your bed, smiling but scared. If thinking is left behind, i can't keep you
Wash the sheets with fire. And statues in the honor, all shriveled and crooked. This kingdom is your kingdom and sensitive to touch. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
the only one who has to live inside it. I know you didn't tell me and i could have been warned. You leave me no choice. I have no choice. I wouldn't have
[singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please
go, i don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels call like Chorus: Diddy/Dawn yoooooooooooo if you don't wanna stay you can goo
for real Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my
'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Hold up, hold up
for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me He don't
I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit' the niggas don't
bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't
