carried a heart Until my actions stripped it bare Waking up feels so wrong Hope you got what you wanted Waking up feels so wrong Hope you got what you
life, carried a heart until my actions stripped it bare waking up feels so wrong hope you got what you wanted waking up feels so wrong hope you got what you
[Intro] Yeah Yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark are ya? [Verse 1] You hear the
victims 'We love you!' 'Ah love you!' 'and this will not hurt a bit, Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory Spring up from the corp of life we'll
needs to be vented Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture
is funny style Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided But in your heart, you never really felt you
Yo, yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes
yourself, Danze don't sleep When I catch you on a creep I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet That's word to 'Lah Be a man and prepare
I'll leave you Like I should've did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flashback, I fuckin' blow your
A tumblerful of voddie, two fingers in a glass, a handful of promises, a heart full of remorse, Mindful of your manners when you're brought down to your knees, A
, murder you on your matress And look at you like, "What's the matter?" You better go back to your bed, before I have to act up You might be the next
into my dream Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem and
these cats be modelin' what not to do In a getaway car In a getaway car In a getaway car, car, car, car In a getaway car In a getaway car In a getaway
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A
cold as a corpse and still holding the source Up in the air like, one day the cover is yours Took the IV out her wrist tried to give me a kiss Before
a wire, wrap around your neck Look into my eyes reality check I got me a scalpal, time to disect Playin' Doctor-Patient, next Next a killa wit a bad attitude A
A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the
