west Omaha, And we'd get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoelaces, And we never came untied, I guess you were just my type, You know that summer never stopped
never came untied, I guess you were just my type You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I?m there Bands in the living room, the neighbors ain?t never
'll be lying there in that hot white air Once that something's gone it might never reappear It might never reappear It might never reappear It might never
the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and through the lows they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
halt, and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never
stop And it keeps repeating Will you please complete me? Never be enough, to fill me up Never be enough, to fill me up Never be enough, to fill me up Never
the latest... Then we cut a rap about the Sucker DJ (echo) Then we cut a rap about the Sucker DJ (echo) Then we cut a rap about the Sucker DJ (echo
They had me standing on the front line But now I stand at the back of the line When it comes to gettin' ahead They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill To stop
on another level Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special But even she know I'm coming back like an echo. [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib
Done a lot of shit they'll never get to do - I'd like to say it's been a pleasure Honored to be somebody they mention But before these niggaz stop payin
She had a few friends who used to stay in a pound Abandoned the parkin' lots, and junk yard bound Regulars in rest areas and truck stops Cassette players
Transmission Signals comin? through, okay Echo, echo one-nine Hear the call through fault lines Smoke signals, old rhymes Shorted lights in store signs
purchase {*echoes* Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes* Make way, and prepare for the melee {*echoes* [Aceyalone] The method of my madness could NEVER
You Hate The Homicidal Insane, You Hate Nuttin' With These Scissors In Your Brain , Now Watch Your Eyes Bleed, (Chorus)(2x) Its A Sickness Life.. (I Can't Stop
of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never thought, I'd be a lunatic A disgrace, a dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never
it just the clothes That he now wears Napoleon sheds his skin In the summer when the sun is high He never knows when to quit When to stop... Or when
Heights, ghostland) Ride with us Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged.. *echoes* Now think about this, who diss us? Suffolk County cops frisk us, they handcuffs never
to this, we're gonna break them chains Lyricist: _______ What you talkin' about this gossip stop it, drop it Cause we'll prosper, profit, mark us But you cannot stop