Lyrics:
regret
"This isn't over yet..." (this isn't over yet)
Down the long line of mourners
See another young boy choke on bitter tears
Scars that won't disappear
Up with the roger, the vessel is close
Cannons are loaded the weapons prepared
Set up more sails the distance grows
They try to escape, but we
You hold your head in your hands
Your pregnant sighs are fully loaded
You hold your breath like a gun
Or just like a grenade before you throw it
Into
of Darien
Sandglass, bloody heart
Flying high above the scene
Marooners with loaded guns
Are still waiting at the quay
A hungry fleet from underworld
I've been knocked out, drugged and loaded,
River's roarin' on before me, and I look down at my reflection:
Where it's headed, no direction.
The masses gather
To take a shot at you
With cannibal sympathy
And cameras loaded
Look at you
Our little lamb...
We can't get you out
of crime. fingers all wrapped around. tongues pulled back like loaded guns. we'll do it again one last time. blood burns clean, wash away gasoline. what
when there crunked rowdy and wild
I love rappers with their own original style
I love big boned brauds down home cooking
I love to retaliate on the blind
Robert showed up loaded got pissed off and exploded
Yellin at Wes the skin for spillin beer
Terry Root came on in to calm it all down
Said, c'mon man we
with cum that dripped down to her garter
Data filming from the closet made her come harder
Sold a million copies to Jabba
Discussing business over
We just sit and wait like a loaded gun,
We cloak ourselves in the great tradition,
The United States of acquisition.
Every man for himself, it's
Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the
Chrome I'm packin'When I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake sure it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I
episoded, with the weapon loaded
Let the next opponent
Get possessed with this merciless omen
The coldest crome to your dome
Sewn and holdin it's own
Let
Well I know you
You're always the stupid one had to bring a loaded gun
And apathy kills
The black girls swear you're the coolest white girl around
And my eyes are oh so loaded
That I can barely focus in on my folks
Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe
Slip and slide to the flow where the ?heatho?
I noticed it when I walked out
My small white world was closing down
I wondered, I would always wonder
Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded
Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded,
55 kicks, an them Asian hoes,
But I don't want to beef, 'cause the game be fake,
Strip a mutha fucka fo
We took you down there
To relapse in the sand,
And we walked out in the open
Resolved to being seen.
It was summer in the kitchen
So we
let me find ya
[Verse One: Spice 1]
I'm fully loaded in more than one way, Monday through Sunday
Mutha fuckas hit the dirt while I hit gunja
I'm
god, you're a light yawn
I'm a time bomb and the vibes wrong, is this mic on?
I'm killing the syllables with a loaded refillable
I'm a lyrical typical
over self righteous needs
Putting innocence in harm's way
Burning wrath of intent
Time to brace the broken sleep
Take the extreme approach
Falling down
While you're starring down the barrel of a loaded gun
Life throws a punch and I hit the floor bruised and broken
But still I'm begging for just one more
Bring it on down then, never lucky anyway. But who needs luck? Here's to hoping. She can't find the 20 she put in her wallet. She asked me about it
These days I'm a hit and run, left the scene as I coughed up blood
Stayed inside, hid from the sun, all jammed up like a loaded gun
Even
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