Lyrics:
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
given it all
Left to dry in the rain
Washed away by love's indifference
Broken down, twisted and lame
Hold me for a moment
Help me find myself
confined.
Your love's a cage, I can't break free,
In this torment, I can't see.
Trapped in your twisted game,
I'm drowning in your shame.
In the silence, in
and each nail
Marks the demise of you life
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention
A little did I mention, that Jennifer's in
Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench
Man, I
fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley high"
Cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black listed by some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos on the first
came to see you spit your game, oh-oh
But it shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
life in twisted pain
Living love is suffering
I wish that I was still alone
Living life inside my home
Ahhhh Ahh Ahh AAhh
Ahhhh Ahh Ahh AAhh
What do you
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
my shotty
His body is dotty
I love my new hobby
Scuff a nigga in the John
Spread out your linen
Lay in it
Last name Doe
First name John
Niggas is
Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
When I walked by, I said, "Hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me
Why does your soul leave your body?
How goes your hobby?
Tasteless and waste
All those years go by
And you crave fame
What’s the last thing you made?
got all nice and friendly
If we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said, "Bye bye
John our love's fifty-seven channels
And nothin' on, "
It's been nice to hold your hand
As we shifted through this twisted abandon
I would like to think that you will know your way
We have dodged
wait 'till I foul out, yeah
Oh, my bad, yeah
I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah
Get her what she want and that bag, yeah
Rock Vetements, yeah, from
and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words
Half spoken and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
To do for you, to see you through?
A box of rain will
It's been nice to hold your hand
As we shifted through this twisted abandon
I would like to think that you will know your way
We have dodged
really love and and I
I
I can't stand by and let you pretend
We could start again
Her
Ya gotta let her go baby
She
And bring your love to me
I
I
need
This is how I feel
I will not give it back
This is how I feel
This is how I need
And I want your love
And I need your hope
And I want you need
another John you gypped
Another sucker stiffed
A walk-on role in the script
Of your long long grift
The love that had me in your grip
Was just a long long
Your chest's filled with kids that
Ran away from parents
You get inside of kids' beds
With a little thong
What you mean by Billie Jean
Is little Billie
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