Lyrics:
know by now bullets have no name
So think about it would you like to beocme the next
To get the lead engraved all up in your fuckin chest
I'll crack
I was just a little kid back then but you let me hang around
But we're older now
Farewell youth, I'm afraid I hardly got to know you
I was always
could hold me like you mean it
I wish you could guide me by the hand
Just because I wasn't yours doesn't mean you weren't mine
The little girl in me
me and LB'll rob 'um
They'll cry and call cuzzy up (take that)
Back then I used to get on a train with three G-packs
Walk 'round the town and just
It's jump up jungle, a little like break beat
Never seen that super hit - boonika beats da drum-a
Big mallet in the hand, high hat in the same beat
Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world
sense of security got shot to hell
I was sitting on my couch face drowning in tears
Feeling trapped by the wall in my fears
Made aware of my fragility
I
Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences...I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let
opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
The pistol on me that I rock it ain't by Mitchell and Ness
I be
Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences...I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences...I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let
born
I'm only holding grace
Its just a crying game that you take
O with you
O with you
won't somebody please write a message to god
So won't you come
and mysterious little isle,
Where no leaf has been touched by human hands.
Then I behold that island so fair,
Where the tree's lift their crown in prayers
We're both a little old for this.
I may look young for my age
But I've been here before
I refuse to be the one
Left broken and sore
Back up that truck,
tell me, don't you like the sound of that?
Got my heart racing and about to have a heart attack
Wantin' to be loved by you just you
There's nobody
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