What meant so much now doesn?t mean a thing It?s been thrown around and fucking thrown away I don?t know what happened to change all this But I hate
I'm counting sheep I be counting money Live from the roof Empire state Finna burn this bitch down Find the next fire escape I'm high so nothing ain't
trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don't even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, came pouring down Nothing
trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don't even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pourin' down Nothing
your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing
away, memories of the dream will remain As the world's falling cold and your life's all in vain Fire in your soul will forever rise again Nothing in
used to be, She was viscous and volatile She was feisty, iced tea was the tipple never asked nicely Her lips used to Curl down ever so slightly, impolite, Fire
's a shame that I have to tape over, Those elysian smiles I thought I'd keep forever. I remember it all like it was yesterday... Forget all, Set it down
bought the most Now I'm a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing
their pattern A pock in the healthy and calm Their scorn behind your back My promise would put them down No trace of reverance left Immemorial fire
down I ain't got nothing for you I had nothing before Don't even have anything For myself anymore Sky's full of fire And the rain is pouring down There
'Fraid, Babylon a get 'fraid Anytime now Yah, redder fire deh go blaze Stop treat people like slave Anytime now Di prisoners dem a go escape Too
stable & thro' a church & down into the church vault. At the end of which was a mill: thro' the mill we went, and came to a cave: down the winding cavern
tight What will ever become of this book that I hold Will the fire burn out like they told? Synplicity Blaze: I was never with a hatchet down
're all about to see the light Nothing ever grows In this rotting old hole And everything is stunted and lost And nothing really rocks And nothing really rolls And nothing
a one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You
