'm always in the way All I every hear you say Is that you're always in the way But you're not always in the way You can make it through this fire Time
it out I can be Your therapy I've heard you say I'm pale in your reflection I'm always in the way I've heard you say I'm pale in your reflection I
and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
this She cries (cries) to the heaven above There's a storm in my heart She lives a life she didn't choose (commited to poverty, heart broken by the times) and it
get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And
homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it
shit you got Here we go again Flipmode you know we always bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it {Rampage} I'm a real
in the source They never should've booted me out of reform school Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool They threw me out the Ramada Inn I said it
cock Swede Bust them things not you slap be Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew
some way A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do A small diversion caused by two, pale kids come to play And we heard Richard Nixon
man she was my kryptonite Shoulda known it wouldn't last for a year I, knew it'd all end it tears I, cracked, she was mind addictive, never felt scripted
you never thought you'd ask Ah down in Bermuda, in the pale blue sea Way down in Bermuda, yeah it's easy to believe Down in the triangle, it's easy to
that rocked [x3] She was a real flygirl,dressed in leather and lace She looked pale "Yo",I thought it was paint on her face She said it was the last
life, and how it's so stale And thought "We're both outcasts, maybe we could have each other?" It flew right over my head, I never even bothered Now it
let them peck my eyes I hear a womans voice calling from the dirt I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the heart
no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it
'll never sleep here anymore My house is not my home I like you better dead I'm better off alone Destiny, will you cure me? Trust, will you age with me? Hear
I prayed every day a song to remember a song to forget you'll never know how I tried to make you proud and to honor your name but you never told me
