, waiting for a sign and when it comes,you turn your eyes away You always said that you wouldn't miss the chance, the time is here You've got no excuse
then, waiting for a sign and when it comes,you turn your eyes away You always said that you wouldn't miss the chance, the time is here You've got no excuse
his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead
smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse
o' folks dat belongs on BROADWAY! Evil Prince: (singing) Somewhere, over there, I can tell, There's a voice of A potato-headed whatchamacallit Who does
excuses. It's time to say goodbye. Your the fakest person that I've ever fucking met. Yet, I don't know why I still cannot forget. I cannot seem to burn
all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side Thats what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead
] You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the
what they doing when they up in the stars, Because I don't believe a word of what the president said, he filling our heads with lies, Got us hypnotized
, fall down, fall down Your black hearts won?t be around, just to see me fall down Your hearts on fire, so come on, burn brighter Your hearts on fire, so come on, burn
Adam lives in theory Trying to turn stone into bread Masquerading like he got it figured out Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head Leaving
[Deluxe Edition Track] Better run for cover Your a hurricane full of lies And the way you're heading No ones getting out alive So do us all a favor Would
) And i really wish you wanted me the way I want you Say I really wanna work this out too, girl I'm tryin There's no excuse, no excuse (Remix) I got
remove the excuses from your mind To part that haze and slice your soul to pieces To sing a lullaby as I tied you to the slab To shave your head with
you wake up with the smile that?s on your face Out on the moon If I was an astronaut could I get back to you? I?m out of my head I?m out of excuses so
Buddah Masters together Gettin you higher and fuckin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the Buddah head shows Excuse
Ooh, this is nice Yeah, I told U we would get good seats U didn't get good seats at the restaurant Well, well, U don't never trust nobody Shut up bald head
