As I try to hide inside As you watch inside my mind You try to hide but you can?t run I always hide behind because We know the pain It?s running all
No sense to your soul Be afraid of what you are No sense to your soul Be afraid of what you got No sense to your soul Be afraid of it Get away, get
I, Thyresias, Old man with wrinkled dugs Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest I too awaited the expected guest. He, the young man, arrives. After
I found myself Shaking of these dreams now And for myself I fight against your will Please my life For everyone to say To say my fight Is everything
Welcome to new world A place where you can't find Your own space is your mind New world Turn your heart outside Your pain will die inside. You try
I clutch your skin so (fallin? away) You crying all your heart (and I know your frail) You felt so profound (and I know) I'm lost Within your heart
life You're a fool if you think you're helpless You control what you do with your life Life is a song worth singing Why don't you sing it? Life is a
Baby how?s that sound? Hug on one another, kiss on each other In the morning we can chalk it down As love in a college town Gotta? love love in a college
stop rockin' those tutus like totsies (3) Three days from now we gonna check out on a three way (4) Fortune to fork it over like an intrepid on a freeway
A typichal street Corner ass nigga once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them
(Lake) Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters
goals and the good The portrait of an artist as a hood 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete
in a letter, baby Write it on the wall That's the way I like it Losing all control Send it in a letter, baby Then you'll understand You put a start
tight I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze And I just want you back by my side I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze And I just want
a??My altar is under a blanket Just inside the hall door a??I suppose I should feel something For everyone out there a??a??And I do a??a??And I want
to get it Like this time, so let it ride Hey, Mr. Big Shot Hey, Mr. Big Shot Hey, Mr. Big Shot, hey, Mr. Big Shot Come on swing it like a natural Busy
fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a
miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L.
