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Sixpence None the Richer (Sixpence None the Richer) · Sixpence None the Richer (Sixpence None the Richer) · The Best of Sixpence None the Richer [11 Track Version] (Sixpence None the Richer) · Sixpence None the Richer (Sixpence None the Richer) · Six Pints None the Richer (Foamers) · For Richer, For Poorer (My Dad Is Dead) · None the Wiser (Eli Young Band) · None So Vile (Cryptopsy) · World Peace Is None of Your Business [UK Deluxe Edition] (Morrissey) · None the Wiser (The Rifles) – and 90 other albums »


Run For It (feat. Leigh Nash of Sixpence None The Richer)
I can't fight the fighter, I keep losing ground
and I can't hide the hider with you
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do? Resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none
by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said
to ash

Self-contained eternity, we've sealed the dawn
By torching the sun with the dragons we have spawned
Farewell to all, it's time to leave
Up and down the boulevard, 
I go walking in the night, 
Memories of times gone by, 
Ain't no way to put it right, 
You tell me that you're lonely
the love we share
I know that it is all of the moments
That I spend with you
I suddenly feel that none of them were true

I know the leaves are
Falling
an answer and I never wish I did
Knew better we'd leave it alone
But none of us is quite that smart
All these hearts in the way

Falling faster every day
Falling in love is sometimes hard
Writing a love song is even harder
Better to leave that to someone else
Someone madder

But this is a song
red
You're driving in your car
You turn it burns - red

As the air becomes too hot for us to breathe
There's none of us that really want to leave
From
you hear 
Is the whispers of doom 
Niggas scared 
They don't want to see me head on 
Think of all the busters 
That I had to leave dead and gone
the victors
Empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave
No traces of the toiler's fate (just one massacre to many, and none too late)
All glory
Is this fish who won't leave it all behind
I give credit where there's credit due
But I give none to the eager one in you

What else could fill my
She's got no soul but still young minded
Yeah she's got a habit for drinking and driving
She pour it up, her tears are falling down
Looking for love
half did 'em,
That's all it took, another crook taken out over a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're not taking a fucking thing
Now I and I say eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And He that live by the sword shall die by the sword
And if you're Christian go to Church
"Crucify Him".

We tried to leave the city but 
we could not get away, 
Forced to play in this drama
a part I did not wish to play,
"Why upon this day
on wheels and not once get wet
She could walk five miles in heels not one foot out of step
And I swear I'll leave you swept, off your feet it's just our guess
game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas
game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas
of the Bathing Ape
No holds barred, bar none, I'ma raise the stake

I was raised by a pack of werewolves in the woods
Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up
horns
Wake the dead when we perform
We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn
Ill child, Black label Society
We Zakk Wyld on you bitches so live in fear
Now why this man's soul was bleeding 
The angel had to understand 
So invisible, he stood by him 
And then gently touched his hand 

Which
clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without
a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led

You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin'
bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none
Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done
Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with