Lyrics:
As I looked into my crystal ball...
There was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to worry about...
It was just a flash from my memory.
Well it
I found my smile again
Even when I'm alone
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Love was on the last of my list
I thought I could fall into
But look at you
사랑아 I'll pray with
Okay, wake up in the morning break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed in the Gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With
trapped by tenderness
& been beaten into "submission"...
It's now way past the hour she usually phones -
& you've decided not to tell her your little joke
with me here
Stay with me and watch these cars go by
And tell me the first thing that comes to your mind
So watch as I go back
I just came to say that
I spent my weekend blasted
Out of my head
5:30 Monday morning
Get out of my bed
Old lady's out in the kitchen
Bitchin' till I go insane
Yes
For today
And no, no need to write a will
'Cause by the morning it's just
Run of the mill
And all week you've been deprived
Be thankful that
[Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning
downtown on the weekends
Hoping that maybe
I'll run into you
But even if I did
I don't know what I'd say or what I'd do
But I know
That just one look is all
WEEKEND ABOUT YOURSELF
WHEN DID THIS MAKE YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL TURN INTO A GOOD MAN TODAY? THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!
THE BURDEN OF YOUR CONCERNS IS
Separately comatose
Smoking green and doing blow
We broke into the stately home
But I wish you would take me home
But you're breaking like you've
without doing shit
And that ain't how I'm moving
Distributing my income into my music
Promote it from Cali to Massachusetts
Call me a nuisance, I'd call it
You a world civilizer, that was lured by the industry
Into your own sarcophagus
Ripped to pieces by your conspirators
By the media, by those jealous
shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
It's 11 o'clock in the evening - I'm barefoot -
And I'm logged-on to the INTERNET.
I usually pickup my e-mail in the afternoon
But on weekends
the after, after party
y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin' the greatest sex
Now on dubs, rollin' up, into the club, raisin'
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Out of the ale house down into the jail house
My
Hey babe, I'm dying to see you in the night
'cause in the morning we're still in bed
we've been letting our souls get by
(Oh oh, I)
Hey babe, what are
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm
walking down the line
The sheriff said as he cleared his throat
"Comon you dirty hack into the district court."
The next morning my trial began
Where I was
weekends turning into weekdays
Lost in a world like who is you
Holding on to old thoughts old ways old habits
Like super glue
You don't deserve my effort
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