A lovely day to be tortured by dreams of you My princess, into the thorns I shall dive Now as she wakes I'll finally look in her eyes...my brilliant
you Love can be such a beautiful torture My heart breaks as I long for you Love can be such lovely torture I will climb the hills, draw my sword and
both forced arrest Enforced interrogation duress fire question Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple Shooting at me with a holy water pistol I am not a
my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart
re feeling that Niggas said all my babies get a million Struggle with a villian Hit 'em With a venomous blow! I call on my mighty archang-el Gonna surround my
everything is wrong, maybe I lost my dreams long the way Feels like we're about to fall Into the shadow I run but lately gravity Is pulling me back on my
bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray "Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) "When I bust on the mic, I bust a real
my light shining bright I got my way, to regret ?? (just my hearts)?? ! With my last dying ryhme I got my world To betray for what I did by my motherfucking heart
With a cold blank stare I feel like giving up I was blinded by a paradise Utopia high in the sky A dream that only drowned me Deep in sorrow,
you I want to draw on your skin again, again, again again, again, again, again, again, again You have stolen all my senses There's a fever in my heart and you are taking my
a ham in my sandwich than cheese But complaining wouldn't do any good Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear I can hear hoofbeats ahead
you waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore A lotta niggas is bitches, a lotta bitches be trippin' A lotta them be wishin' that they was in my position A
[feat. Kayla Kai] Cherry cherry boom boom Yeah yeah up all night feeling like aking Living in a nightmare looking for a dream I wanna live so free free
pure death I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my
your name and try to get through. I never hear back. My words became a thousand arrows, slicing though the endless barricades, so that everyone on earth could hear my