grows old I think I'm losing my grip I think I'm losing control deaf ears fall hard on silence attempted shock I know I think I'm losing my grip I think
On the morning bus Can't tell a verb from a noun They're the nicest kids in town Roll Call!! COUNCIL MEMBERS I'm Amber! Brad! Tammy! Fender! Brenda
't get very far Another skin-full Two more tequilas and he'll rule the world This is a rat-trap (mere existence) He's really losing face (resistance) I
Fighting your inner self again, losing what You feel Shielded behind the lies that make you feel real Now It's over and i don't feel a thing but you
necessary and what you leave behind you don't miss anyway GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN ANDNOTCOMINGDOWN..IMNOTCOMINGDOWN IMNOTCOMINGDOWN AND I'M
, then what is? I'm willing to take the risk So petrified, I'm so scared to step into this ride What if I lose my heart and fail declined? I wont forgive me if i
and its harming And I deny the reason I'm falling, yet I'm falling So the call I wanna step aside I wanna give it up Before I lose it all It's tearing
And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin, but I'll start with the radical leaders Their steps we're
I'm a get em (uh) I'm a get em (ehh) Watch me get em (uh) I'm a get em (ehh) I'm a get em (uh) I'm a get em (ehh) Watch me get em' (uh) I'm a get em [
can I do to make you see? (Look and see!) I'm suffocating under words of sorrow Her skin reflects behind the blur, I'm intoxicated Where am I from? Why I
I get beserker than a fed up post office worker A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a
muthafuckers talk, seen 'em drop If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass I'm gonna continue to rock Getcha ass of the wall
a taxi cab, I'm just driving around and I'm running a tab, But it doesn't really matter no, I'm not getting mad, It's ok, 'cause I know where I'm going
words that can't express The truth implies you're high and dry And you're a long way from happiness I'm one step behind Looking out for you all the time I
Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man, I'm just a poor boy doin' the best that I can I've been stepped upon and pushed around, yes, I have You can tie me up, but
step it up but can't 'cause they just fake and lose My niggas double R but I don't hide behind my dogs Nigga, I'm holdin' mine Bet against her, take a loss And I
I roll a seven to nine just to break the yards And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch I'm on the
back Should I paint a picture or record a track A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided But over the years I've found clever ways to hide
