Lyrics:
and I'm still right here
Follow me to the end of the sea
Time is the secret so know as they fall onto you
My hands reach out and into nothing (but your big
to blame
I went to the movies and stared at the big screen
I thought that I saw her looking right at me
Chorus
And without her, it all feels
threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by
myself clear
Life is what you make depending on the road you take
Cause every wrong turn could turn into a big mistake
Yeah you see I had close calls
Yeah
need for drumming
Im on the advance
This route that im running
Designed by Brady so don't think im punting
No need to call an audible
Hold on one second
It was the big homecoming game
And we had to win the same
Although they had picked our school to lose
We'd show them who they ought to choose
Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
And ain't snatched but then ?
While your soul slowly gets
a new car
No gas. We ain't going very far
Big facts. Everything just falls apart
Way back before we burned out
We used to wonder how we'd turn out
But
Because I'm off key but never fall flat
Your favourite nightclub's a venue
That I've toured at
Promoters stay by my feet like a door mat
College girls in
cause restraint is fucking timeless
Yeah just know that shit is timeless
Until we turn grey that shit is timeless
The seconds are counting down,
The sun
She's beautiful
It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late
Where you gone where you goin
What you done what you doin
What you heard who you heard from
What you seen who you seein
Where you at Fall down Splat
ramblers, and the early birds
Best believe they coming, all they need is the word
Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world
Especially if you got big
eine AK
Überleben wie im Gaza
Startklar, Partner, Ghetto Kavalier
Auf der Jagd nach Papier
Ruf' ich "Fick die Ta7aria"
Willkomm'n in mei'm Block, in
in the street pre-sync
To my face sayin' it's not all it
Seems then I saw another fall
Heard another mother screamin'
7 black bodies start to lose
Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash
"life," and the will for you to use me
As a big brother, maybe another father figure with seven figures
By rhyming words with the rhythm rhythm, make
in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
High right now, you can tell by
to hit through
To this heart that now feels disused,
And said issue was too big to just ignore
And I walked out on you?
The chances are I'd fall apart
our time, synchronize your watch
Going to work with these lines, punching the clock
All my life I been told to get it,
Get it by any means, so I mean
If I hadn't dropped the ball, I would've took it all the way
Homecoming '89 with ten seconds left to play
We were driving toward the goal line,
that you ain't notice
Andrew Bogut, seven foot, a tad deeper you supposed to dig
Notice when the poetry in motion
And they saying "Aw, Thebe, brother,
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