This time I'm leaving you This time I'm leaving you This time I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back Pack my bags you'll never see
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend
Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this
Nuisance an actor choking on nectar nothing gotten narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms peg legged sullen drool on these words I've never
in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With Russian alibis, And masked as intuition lullabies. And your check bounced higher, Than any other
[Pink Floyd cover] Doctor doctor! I'm in bed Achin' head Gold is lead Choke on bread Underfed Gold is lead Jesus bled Pain is red Are goon Grow go Greasy
with out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
so what comes now run through the answers and you can feel the scratching get down this breed bring it against so coy a levitated incubation instincts
[Originally by The Smiths] in a river, the color of red emerged the baby's head wrap her up in the news of the world dump her on a doorstep, girl this
that Fame fame fame fame fame Everywhere you go they just wanna be stars Everyone you know wanna drive a fancy car Everyone you know want you to buy at
but i'm already on my back And it goes In One Ear, and right out the other, people talkin' shit but you know it never bothers me, In One Ear, and right out the other
Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son, you better get on one side or the other." I
you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes On the other side of town a boy is waiting with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal She drives
, you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes. On the other side of town, a boy is waiting, With firey eyes and dreams no one could steal. She drives
Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son, you better get on one side or the other."
I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people One, two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other
channels You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea [Chorus] [Verse 3] I look at these brothers and laugh Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others
chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at
