Lyrics:
Come on
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
The Labyrinth of Ideals.
Once You Wanted To Be Saved,
Under The Flesh of The Dark god!!!
Perhaps You've Been Disappointed,
By The Number of Your Sentiments.
of disrepair,
I had no strength or might.
Through the turbulence of the fame,
And the glory that I sought,
I surrendered myself to the drugs and the pills
By
enemy, I think my blood's no friend of me
I light this L to set me free, perhaps a fifth of Hennessy
But fuck it, let's get to this chicken, this
changes just the faces and the spaces
where our fingers interlock
breathe it in, we pass it on
as we stare over this great, endless perhaps
our hearts beat
around the town
Looking everywhere, whistling up and down
Wondering where he's gone
I hope I've done nothing wrong
Where's he gone
Perhaps he'll hear me if
resulted
And you (you are singular)
It's perhaps pride of all pulses
Yet (you are singular) (you you are singular)
Yet you (you are singular)
Yet you
resulted
And you (you are singular)
It's perhaps pride of all pulses
Yet (you are singular) (you you are singular)
Yet you (you are singular)
Yet you
By sick fate we are born
They should have used condoms
Everything is being blamed on us
Mistakes, their fuck-ups
Weight of the world on shoulders
songs for different lovers
Distant lands and countless others
None for you
I've been linked to some old memories
By the chains that bind
But never
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
surrounded by molls with whom he is openly
Flirting he is drunk fosco is sober and more
Reserved the croupier spins the
Wheel Glyde collects)
Black twenty six
times
I k now the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read
you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
a casket and in the casket was a child
I could picture him while livin`, curly hair, protruding lips
I`d seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
be alright
(Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone
(Dom do ah) I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend
Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris
He'd go straight sure as fate
For it never is too late
For a man
I just like to dream
Of a cottage by a stream
With my man
Where a few flowers
He'd go straight sure as fate
For it never is too late
For a man
I just like to dream
Of a cottage by a stream
With my man
Where a few flowers
'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems
In a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams.
For the story that you are about to be told
Began
many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often
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