sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any peace." I dream of when we were as one My secret
sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any peace." I dream of when we were as one, my secret
but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've learned With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn In
make good off my honor 'til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my - gonna miss my daughters, hope I taught my seeds proper I love my mother and father
of depression Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings To my little Aya-Mo when she having them dreams And her facial gleams are sweet, but
goes, out to, the ones that fall in love, And to, the girl, that filled my dark. Last night I had the weirdest dream, That you and I drove off the darkest
of my heart Beating to your funeral song All faith is lust for hell regained And love dust in the hands of shame Let me bleed you this song of my heart
am the nightmare waking you up From the dream of a dream of love (Just like before) Let me weep you this poem as Heaven\'s gates close Paint you my soul
Babies with babies, and their tears keep burning, while their dreams go down the drain now Are we really living or just walking dead now? Or dreaming
that negative alive They be on my dick If Kid Cudi die don't cry hater I forgive Now go and get my album and get off my dick I smile and I'm pleasant
seems to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams. Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mit; and he puts on his dark
I made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?ve learned With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn In this
a dream that the Lord Almighty snatched my soul Saw a tombstone with my named etched in gold Heard my Mama cryin' "Baby don't you leave me this way" Heard my
daddy, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with babies, and they just keep burning, While their dreams go down the drain now. (While their dreams
my purpose to toil harder Tryin' to make good off my honor 'Til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my, gonna miss my daughters Hope I taught my seeds proper I love my