Lyrics:
by the window
there's a spirit in the room
There's a bottle by the bedside
from the pills she consumed
and she goes...
And she goes out through
on
i had nothing to do with this
you never ask for forgiveness
maybe you'll live, all alone
the hole you dug, is where u belong
with you by my side i've
time kid
Now I gotta fly kid
Shy kid not from Chicago
Rushin like I'm Ivan Drago
Love the pressure
Coke bottles
Up nasal cavities
Raise you brain
and observed
An opportunity to bring the tyranny to an end and rose
Our bottle rockets high enough to clear the remaining land and
Took our shots before we
NO WHERE
by John Sheldon and Pat Ballard
You came out of nowhere and sat down next to me Said you're a lonesome man it's easy to see
And it
decide to make the change for the better
Collecting crow feathers
Thoughts of ending it all
That's when the birds call
Hazey vision
Bottle at my side
the things that happened in his past
Of bottles, beer and lights - it all went by so fast
The sound of chinking glass, and laughter all around
And so much
LONG SLOW FADE
By Tim Sean
Cast aside the bottle, it'll never help you find your way
Take your lips off the cold rim and lean into your pain
Lean
thoughts Pounding out my soul
Bottle in my hand, tryna fill this Hole
Liquor never heals, it numbs the Pain
Stuck in the cycle, caught in the Rain
We had
shut it
Cuz the sound leaks in and I get overwhelmed
Every time I wake up I get disappointed
By some shit I didn't do the day before
And that's another
Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know
[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How
cans and bottles all over the floor
Clock on the wall says quarter to four
Woke up this morning
Sun was going down
I woke up this morning sun was going
They're slippin' through the holes again
Those fire ants, they bite
They don't make love like we used to
We don't read by candlelight
And I'll
can't see my eyes, but you see these chrome hearts
Ion got a heart you see this hole in my chest
But I love this money you can tell by how I dress
These
make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, these class a narcotics, you pop up the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak
was high enough or a hole too dark and deep
Cause if I lose her mem'ry in a bottle of wine she finds me in my sleep
[ guitar ]
I think of me and that
and found in it berserk
I've been burned by the fire, scorched by the flame
Of my own sins and desires so I call them by their names
When they come, greed,
money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior
Paris, me and Don C sittin' front row
Elephant drum on the forty, shit Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I'm
His performance had given me a bad jolt
For a moment I thought his mind had snapped
That he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible
you forget about me when you're high
Every single night that passes by
And I hate that you waste my time
When you say that you're all mine
But you
to remind me at
Night everything that i might i turn away
I blur my face you left your sweatshirt and
A bottle of pills
A box of feathers and all of your
Lose it all
Gain the world
It doesn't matter
Without you
I'd sacrifice
Everything
Just to have you by my side again (uh)
The Lord said let
you happy)
Let's get it crackin' bottles
We back in town, we're so plastered
So meet her in the bathroom
She just turned 18, she calls me baby
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'.
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this
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