Black love No end in sight Black love No rest tonight Black love (? ) is right Black love Feels so twisted (? ) Black love (? ) the night Black love
I can see you You can see me I can hear you You can hear me I can feel you You can feel me I can see you You can see me I can hear you You can hear me
rotting in your arms In my head In my head I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain In my head In my head (? ) side of my head
Is that I never never got my way I'm out of this world And I'm never comin' back Ever since that day by the side of the road I got a smile on my face
shake these troubles off of me I can't move I can't speak And I can't shake these troubles off of me Wound up so tight again My soul seeps out it's
Had money in my pocket But he had a gun How was I to know That I was a lucky one? You got me through this time But my time will come When things get
today My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My
your oven And begin to bake Love me (? ) burns I'm alive Love me Until I hate White hot White hot White hot Love me (? ) me My life collision course Love me Consume my
Swimming in the main stream is such a lame dream No method to the madness Beat my head against the wall Tension builds up so quickly My judgement becomes affected And without my
distance of time She's gone for a little while they said They said She's gone for a little while they said It's the thoughts beneath the pages Get stuck inside my head
provide promethazyne, so please pour out that whine But don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my flag
diz about me, Bout me, Bout me, Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me... Ayy where my goons at, Where my g's at Where dem killas
is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes And right you better, move! AK all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G. like Diddy
a atheist Intercepting missles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the Black
the little black bag i bet he'll be back tryna wave tha white flag nigga-nerve of u sayin i wouldnt find another u dont bump yo head, u gon need me
'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag With my Georgia ass and my red flag I'm g'd up from the feet up in my black van wit my feet up And the blinds
the murderous nerve this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis Creepin' in my
