Search results for 'tracks of my tears by adam lambert' Page #127

I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty

long
I bet I blow Before My pack land
And we be running Arrons
Around the ville
Like it's a track field
Tell them bitches
Stay from out my business

today
Cause' yesterday I was looking eye to eye with death
Outta state, in LA by myself
I ain't even tell my moms, that's just adding to the stress
I got

a mill for every tear on yo face
I been working hard ain't enough hours in a day

Rolling stone
Shit ain't been the same for all my homies gone
Gotta watch

call it in the hood
Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
My boy Johnny, he told me he said
Niggas is hatin on you man.
And you know what I told

Rollin

O.C.

The Underground Tapes

1999

to 

and my tongue will tear you 

keep rollin in dough and son I hear you 



Chorus 

Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see 

what all life can be

years time I can call her my lady
Bro said mad - this is gonna be wavey
Like
You've got that look in your eyes
I see straight through your disguise
I know

Tired of all these falling tears
I don't wanna live in fear
I don't wanna
Live in fear
Bro! Comin' to terms with all this
It got me feelin'

tear, run it and tip the scale, rip the seal
It ain't loud enough then the mission failed (that loud)
Butch' excel, threw my two cents in the wishing

man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea

commitment and discipline in this family, the
benefactors of mercy and grace
Faced all fears, wiped away all the tracks of my tears
Near the cross, one faith,

to play on a track, see my reflection and I just attack
Call it my Karma but swear what I'm spitting just always ends up coming back

People talking I got

And my own blood, was everywhere
And it was my birthday last month, by the way
I am two years old and learning how to walk again
And upon discovery
It's

nobody called
I got my middle fingers up I’m screaming fuck the law
R.I.P to all of my niggas man I miss my dawgs
Man I miss my dawgs
You don’t know what

God's alive and that's a fact
If you thinking otherwise
Then you trippin jack
I do not want what you been smoking
You are way off track
Please

could see what I see
So I do what I do to form my release
She said, I cut myself at night
I don't know why
Holding back tears so that I don't cry
If I did

worry its okay to cry
If you need a hug I'm by ya side
And push the box they try to fit us inside, ideeeee

You can never ever tell me, how to care of my

to act right
I smash right, bust a left, there's nothing left to go pass by
Shit last night you hit the hash pipe wit a half track and tried to act like
It

did then
I would be
A lot more successful and
I would see
At least
Half of my dreams
Fulfilled by now
Been hungry but feel like
I could feel full by now

you to believe, live your dreams, and succeed.

You dont see all the tears, you dont know of all my fears.
You dont know how much I care.

I care too

it dont thrill me
On my way just straight to the top
To the highest building yuh
And they dont wanna
See me winning
Hatin' on the kid because
My tracks

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock

I kept a decent GPA, 
I was in shape, I was lifting weights, I was running track, Top 3 in my state, 
The foreclosed our house, I had nowhere to stay,

plagued by your presence,
I would never learn my lesson
But I already struck out
I hit the track now and homie I won't back down (Til I strike)
So imma Dig