song better if it really happened? Running down my face I'll say that I need you near It's falling into place These words that you want to hear Another ride on
devil because I know He's on your side He's on your side Sitting and waiting for you to show your face again Wondering which mask you put on for me today
Wait, before you hang up the phone Listen to reason I'll show you I'm trying to change I'm trying to change And I'm so scared, what do you think of me
Clenching the water there is no grip Always knew there would be an end to this trip Take in the ice he feels no pain All is lost only to his gain Forever
I was born on a fucked up day, had to be, holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em But some consciencely, running
, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out
up under Tangled in the wheels Spit me out the muffler You know how that feels Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands Then I seen Prince so I clap
so destructive it's blowing out my mind My breath is running so short I'm lost here (deep inside) In this maze I'm running through the halls of emptiness
On Like The Mayor, When Its Beef I Feel Like Lil' Jon Nigga Yea. Scare You Right Out Your Draws Act Up And The Ak 47 Knock You Right Out Your Trunk(Get
River, river carry me on Living river carry me on River, river carry me on To the place where I come from So deep, so wide, will you take me on your
men, and my brain is a pimple train, of secret running out of the left side of my eye the more comes out the better i feel but where does this stuff
say their way or fall behind Seventeen disconnect left out The concept as to why There's a spiritual emptiness So the youth them get vexed Skip class and get wrecked Feel
Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together On
the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs Don't even hit me on