all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
s all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
Please make the technology So I can turn up your love like some cold machine Don't feed me scraps from your bed I won't be the stray coming back just
And turn it into something you were missing. Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. (Oh.) Yeah. Time to get the seeds into the cold
be welcome here? Ride the wind that brought you back away No you can't come in No you can't come in I cannot stop my rebel hands from pulling out the
cold as stone, like if Breathing was a strife I've been open ripped by the hardest season When all is over it's like I'm back from life A total u-turn
hold me back You just can?t bite the hand that feeds you Especially when the hand?s illegal I got you cold Consider it a lesson learned I?m guessing it was just my turn
'm not the one you want, then maybe I'll be the one you need I feel like it's on you I can depend Wish I could turn back the hands of time Enough
would I can't even think right now, even though I probably should I'm with the futuristic, timeless I'm a break her back, break her back, spineless But if tonight takes a turn
on 360 playing Halo Hoes dropping like it's hot when ever I say so Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van It's
in the hood, no heat cold nights No gas no lights, a ghetto low life So my flow twice as strong, from the memories I remember when my closest homies, turned
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man [Verse 3: Tupac] A niggas so cold
one act inhumanity Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted Used the rub her belly Begging us to breathe if she love us Now mamma sits quiet Sipping peppermint schnapps Turned
bust a sweat Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect I'm not a on my back ho I ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold Bustin fits
man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the police
shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
