Paroles:
Self Crashing Parties

All these people that I don't know Crashing the party Is a way of making new friends As she plays piano Melodies fall out the window Crashing the party

the grass is greener On the other side How do I live for the moment When I always wanna be else where? How do I reach fullfilment When I'm crashed and got parts

To see the running train Wishing they were part of it Duka duka duka bunga bunga Just hold on because The train went up in the air and crashed to the

eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat I promote self-defense not dollars and sense Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over

to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of

and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let's

of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work

no I'm crashing down The world is spinning round Need another kick, I got the Junkie blues Down and out I feel like dying, my mind is so confused Lies and self

your eyes, your ears, your nose and your throat I promote self-defense not dollars and sense Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part