up the right to remain silent? Hell yeah So now let's let into in my pocket pack Pummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again You were shade gray
out for help but you were gone too far Still got that picture of you locked away from the start Developing inside my fanatic heart I went around in a daze
do I have chosen everything This is what makes it so bad No matter what the action Situation was created by me My life is different These gray streets
The clock stopped running, darling When you went away The sun stops shining And the clouds turn to gray To me I can't see nothing in the daze While your
unlock it I'm in a daze caused by pain A failing force that wants to change Painting the white to gray Painting the white to gray Numb body shivering
I don't really wanna feel Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip My skills ain't payin' bills and
rope feels like home My mouth is gagged Hands are bound This tough love feels like I'm being drowned And in a daze one day You'll wake up old and gray
town Room to roam but no place called home Dazed at first but shaking off the Sunday gloom What led me to this town Such a lazy afternoon Eight shades of gray
On this rainy day Feel the moon spill, drift to silver gray Would like to feel the sun but it's too late On this rainy day For my heart still beats In
ll wager the king himself is hoping he will return Why would he have chosen five AM for the queen to burn? When the world is black and gray, what time
feels like home My mouth is gagged My hands are bound This tough love feels like I'm being drowned And in a daze one day You'll wake up old and gray
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?" "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper.." [Bo$$] I don't really wanna feel like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
fashion?/ Well it's just my passion/ With enough work, then I just might cash in/ One fifty five on the dash, in the SLK/ With the slate-gray paint, with
Braze wake up, nigga, meet me on the Ten I woke up, B'd up, smoked, bhakis gray Chucks It's that nigga Braze-Daze and I don't give a mad fuck about(WOOP
rope feels like home My mouth is gagged My hands are bound This tough love feels like I'm being drowned And in a daze one day You'll wake up old and gray
blinding Clouds are gloomy and dark gray I thought I heard the birds singing It sounds like Otis Redding So I know I must be in a daze I feel like a cup
the T.V.'s falling I'm in a foreign BMW, with the chrome all shimmering The INS harass me, cause my car's an immigrant My gray goose Mercedes, got a green
