Lyrics:
Are there no blinders on lights that glare
White noise on the eyes
From gas station lights and reflected ice glare
So that I can walk home by
held in your teeth as we lay on our backs
Staring up at the blue and the blue stared back
I used to believe we were just like those trees
We'd grown
down
By the thoughts that all you couldn't say
When the autumn classes come to fight
I'll hold back the tears that I have grown
'Cause this
All our saucers have broke in this little rocket home where we live like full-grown ghosts of twelve-year-olds, and I'm waiting for you, love, I got
the ride and drove it home
To find a resting place so her soul can roam
What kinda girl could make a man just crack
The bitch really has to be all that
She
a Taxi cab confessing
We're having to much "Sex in the City"
With our prepaid cellular phones
We call apartment homes by the time
We're fourteen, yeah
at midnight
And my mum would always sit up and wait
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late
Out of my window, I could see
we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
and slow.
Now I'm home, and I'm protected.
I'll never let my life be neclected
By anyone, anything, in this world.
I said, I've grown, I've learned my
we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
Red
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
And contraceptives don't get used by the horny
You can't find the key to the door in your
Roger Creager
They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all
grown and all the whores they play with him
Fall down below I've been confused, I've been excused
By the light of this one
So hold my hand, hold my
at home lonely
Praying to my Eminem shrine holding a rosary
[SOS]
I can battle rappers for cash or sell trees
but I feel like Will High, cause I just want
fiend to act all grown up when they still just true green
This is the place that has come to be really my true home
The city of sun and the humidity
Raven Simone
Not if she grown
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' her home
Makin' her moan
Record it on my cellular phone
I hope you takin' notes
Those is ancient
on vacation, my niggas died on home invasions
Got a pistol with me on probation, money orders, no visitations
I'm grown, I'm still a project baby
Free lunch
passion when you hear my flow
Now I can tell you 'about my new home
Brand new car that's on chrome
But two years later that's old, everybody's moved
We pack up our gear
And we're gone again
Driven by passion, outward
Away from family and friends
But what they can't see
Is that every day I'm
"I remember being asked a lot, by a lot of different writers, zines, and shit, like, 'Why don't you incorporate your race, your ethnicity, where
her, I know her by her name
Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage?
She's a queen, now watch her
She's drowning ace of spades
She dances,
leads to you!
(i've grown over, I roll over)
I crawl over my life of honour
All these children, entitled horrors
Meanwhile, far across the solar
Yeah, new dawn, new day,
Perfect moment to embrace change,
I don’t even like these shoes.
So, no more impulse by’s, no more lies to self,
Or old
Steady on the road, but don't worry honey ill be home
No time for being shy, baby because we both grown
I know you excited, don't fight it, this love
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