Went to a party The New York style I met a lady Make a sane man wild She said the words only her lips could say She made me want to throw my life away
dope and censored my scope the writin on the walls been beaten to a pulp the writin on the walls been beaten to a pulp all ever wanted was my story
Take me with you when you go away If you can't stay with me What's about to begin is the end of a story Don't go without me Take me with you somewhere
the girl, left a line I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine So read my book with a boring ending A short story of a lonely guy I
Let me tell you of a dream I had Sleeping one late summer's night I couldn't believe what I was seeing From where I lay inside When I awoke from my slumber
?s about tellin? a story One that?s really about somebody What they saw and what they did How they died and how they lived By the time I found a name
the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her This is the story
) I don't give a damn about what happened before me There's always two sides to a story (There's always two sides to a story, mmm, hmm) I don't give a
Some reason to explain my choices I will take everything in this life If the stars are hiding in the clouds Now it's time to make a change I hope someday
pictures The rest i don't care What's the world To a bird What is it to you and me Frankly My lovely Not that big a story Square your shoulders Untie
the world to a bird? what is it for you and me? frankly, my lovely, not that big a story square your shoulders [untie your hair] give me a picture [the
on I feel like there's something wrong Tell me tell me I can relax I feel so isolated until you come back And I'll write the story of a man obsessed
and lights [Hilary:] Tell me a story Tell me a story [Lil Romeo:] Wish for it, you just might get it [Instrumental Break] [Hilary:] Tell me a story
things to do Still I don't do a shit My life is just a fuckin' bore And I don't know what to make of it What shall I make of myself Don't have a job
How we'd wish to know sometimes If what we're thinking happens to be true How we'd wish to know sometimes The story of a life I wish I knew The story of a
one friend and Joey's heart was never meant to mend walking faster now, she holds it close the timing matters just to take the dose empty pockets tell the stories
like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with