to scream At the top of our lungs To live without love is not what we're for We'll make it the year we find the cure So here we go , heart and soul ,
to scream at the top of our lungs To live without love is not what we're for We'll make it the year that we find the cure So here we go Heart and soul
have to scream At the top of our lungs To live without love is not what we're for We'll make it the year we find the cure So here we go , heart and soul
heart of this place Door is closed behind me now The Window is sealed to shut out the light Green as the leaves And the cure of the meadow stain Do
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on New Year
be your guide To a cure inside I know that it's oh so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights
your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley... The girly I fucked last year
forty no electric shocks The juice of a carrot the smile of a parrot a little drop of claret anything that rocks Elvis and scotty the days when i ain't spotty sitting on a potty curing
hold his ground Days passed by and weeks turned into years Every drip of hope became a sea of fears Somewhere in the dark, a light or just a spark
use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook -
leave the gas on, walk the alleys in the dark sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and, running all the red lights
your guide to a cure inside I know that it's, oh, so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal, take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights
about to be a catastrophe Half of these rap lyrics ain't thoughts prevoked Just alotta beef 'til they get caught in smoke But the problem is never cured
my faculty Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin' Wit my hats and lights
