Lyrics:
And the wind catches the waves in surfers paradise
Making me feel closer
Than 10,000 miles away tonight
You miss me, I miss you too
The sacrifice of what I do
photo
And analysis shows the lander's ceiling shadow
10,000 pound thrusters, no craters or blast holes though
You wanna see the rest of the show here ya
year they'll be random
Some maniac with a high number has decided how you die
Lucky for you, they're high enough
But it has nothing to do with what
Assuming that you would know what to do
But obviously it's poor taste to assume you have a knowledge base
So here we have an explanation, an epilogue,
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Apparently somebody cancelled
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
Broken streamers hanging at my legs
Drunk and giddy full
on this shit all by myself
And I can't flock
If you was here today and gone tomorrow this shit won't stop
What's meant to be is meant to be and girl I ain't
I'm more than willing to die for
But I'm here to set it off just like a pyro-maniac
Epileptic spazzing on any track
Matter of fact leave the scene
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
I stand before you as a twist of fate
Cuz the shovel broke digging up my grave
A misanthrope at the end of the day
So here's what I hate
The human
I look in your eyes
And I am surprised
By the beauty they behold, I'm falling
Whenever I see you
I just know
That you're the one, for me
10,000
fancy
The maker, no matter what the circumstance be
Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel
Smacked like I'm ? leave him crippled
Keep talkin'
What's up everybody
It's your man the Wolf Jack and I'm here taking phone calls tonight from 2 to 4 AM
These boards are lighting up like the police
I put in my 10'000 hours all into my dream not a bitch
Or maybe that's why they keep leaving cause' i ain't got time for they shit
I know one day
came home.
Ok .. ok ..
Nagalingam ..
Tell me what happened there with details..
Sir, when I was studying at home
dear..
Here's your coffee..
Are you
to the animals quick
In a van like I'm Alek Minassian, maniac shit
What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine,
Stay on your side and don't reach for mine
Take
kick it wit some fiends
Bend the block import export thats the routine
Smoking up indo outdo by the reams
What made you think you cool enough to kick it
The Person:
Dried
And drowned
I fall into darkness
I try
To escape this
Hell
(Everyone is gone and now I'm here today)
They sleep
(Disaster just
10,000 Witnesses
After defying the grip of the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognizance,
Spun the compass North by Northwest
And took
Milk white eyes
People of the sunlight better be advised
There's a new breed of killa on the street today
Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say?
pray for grace and forgiveness
All what life throw at me make I fit chest
I put everything on God He knows best
Out here people are so wicked
Precious
honestly, you think that it matters
But I'm here to tell you it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
It's Tuesday
Your mail is sent from Doomsday, but you thought
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