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the flood
Just don't do no good
You can't unclench your teeth
To howl the way you should
So you curl your lips around 
The taste of tears and the hollow
melts in dark liquor tight joint pressed freely to
Thin lips, smoke whists, counts points on fingers
With rings emblematic of juice he drops talking
midnight workin' late it seems 
The penny drops and laughter turns to tears 

Do you think she's crazy 
Don't you think she knows 
Do you think she's
the tears
Fighting away the tears
Holding on for years
Fighting away the tears

My tears fall like rain drops
The years passed like pills pop
Like
play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating

Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)
Arm
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
All I talk about is money
`Cause that's all I know

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin
All I talk about is money
`Cause that's all I know

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
[Carlos Coy]
I see my streetz full of hustlas sellin dope
Creepin trophy truckz and buss off killa smoke
I see older folkz turn away
they disgusted
Work on the way, coke on the stove
I got a kilo?
I’m bout to tear this shit down
I got the purest shit ’round
These niggas ain’t fucking with me
K dot, pick up the phone, every time I call it's going to voice mail
Don't tell me that got you on some weirdo rap shit
No socks and skinny jeans
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

I haunt MCs like
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
sooner
But I always was the slower learner
Waiting for the next shoe to drop
Waiting for the next bottle up

Tiny ocean of tears
Tiny ocean of tears
inside you're hurtin'
Even though your eyes are dry
If you let a tear roll down your cheek
Honey, that don't mean you're weak
You're just strong enough
When I'm gone
On my judgment day
Please put a jukebox upon my grave
Don't want no headstone
No cold tears
Just a jukebox to say
A music man
If you don't live for something you'll die for nothing.

I live for this. 
Every drop of blood
Every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat
I live for
back to the heart of togetherness
Baby can't you see all my blood, sweat and tears
I'm ready and willing to
Give you every last drop of my life
She looks from side to side 
The tear drops fill her eyes 
As once again she hears the sound of shouting 
turns to the window pane 
Funny there`s
It's like hearin' pins drop in the crowd
They won't stop until they goddamn tear you down
Man the world is so loud
Loud, loud, it's so loud
Loud, loud
I
I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
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