, I'm gonna fall... A tightrope balance; my very life, hangs By A Thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose my grip again, oh if I snap. I will be lost again - a
, I'm gonna fall... A tightrope balance; my very life, hangs by a thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose my grip again, oh if I snap. I will be lost again - a
find the courage deep inside Just to walk right up to your door But my body can't move when I finally get to it Just like a thousand times before Then without a
bait from a christ that went hissing constricting his cells we summon by candle by book and by bell glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside
leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our
, forever. And we dreamt it all along, from the nights when the line stayed alive, we shared. In hope I speak your name for closure. By a thread we?ll
old threads A little bit like the boy you cried wolf, yeah See me, but don't dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers A
, It's all I have to keep myself in this state I'm in. This park of natures fire, my only one desire, This world is hanging by a thread. [CHORUS:] I
Or only one if you're a Jew But what if I were to tell you There's a fresh third part out there Which was found by a hip new prophet Who had a little
ready as the Lyte can get we can go all out I ain't afraid of the sweat but yet I bet you got the techniques to freak a girl inside out what's that all
on leaving an impression So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out I also solicit visual verbalism worth a
week this old man I had to blast Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it
around the way Now my bix became a bouqet Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate Been a minute since ya heard the souls So the
[Pos] It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back with letters spellin out
a flick by that rivalry click It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! [Pos] It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt Got your chin touched by my fam who
get flown [DOVE:] We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers A picture, picture, picture