at me? Or would you walk away? You're looking beautiful today Tear apart this lonely boy, taste the cup of tears of joy as I fade away Oh help, I'm thinking too
here, too many people to ache over Trails in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you there Please tell me what we have is real (Silence
here, too many people to ache over Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you here Please tell me what we have is real Silence
and Yung Texxus) Ex (Yeah) [Kelly] I never thought that we would break up for the better Should've never made the promises to each other So many things
matter with you, Cosette? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear So many things unknown. In my life There are so many questions and
his kids And taped up his wife He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question Wet em up no less Than 50 shots in his direction How many shots? Man nigga,
I cry why O' why did my mommy have to die? Too many questions, no answers confuses my mind Like what did I do, what did she do, who's to blame No one
so wrongly for the fever fought too strongly and it seemed she never fought at all. Soon she died, and I despaired upon the love seat we had shared so many
whipped his kids and taped up his wife He said, "Yo Rock, set 'em up", no question Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction How many shots?
's acts of terrorism Thousands gathered at Chicago's Daily Plaza Hundreds more looked on from the windows Of surrounding office buildings Many waved
see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too
I cry why, oh, why did my mommy have to die? Too many questions, no answers confuses my mind Like what did I do, what did she do, who's to blame No one
'm not gonna give a shit about the palace contest, there's too many trees to climb, too many bees to find, too many places to be, too many faces to
for the standards set by you, Disgust for your aims of mass control. Freedom is your silencing mechanism, Fortunately for you people are too blind
can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat In battles I'm a thousand to no. I silenced the Pope Do you know how many rhymes I've economically
you back, let me make some calls For situations like this, I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips I told my lady, get the cash and the mags No questions
