disgrace, after having been A bad bad boy You like to see me cry, fact you can't deny Mother I ask you why? If I hurt your honour, you push me back into my corner
-tops with her favorite stone She's showing off the way she walks It's on Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) The corners of your empty room The trouble
take the fight outta you. Like a transplant patient waiting for a donor. Don't let it take the fight outta you. Like a half empty balloon after a party in the corner
hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone
slick another sick rock 'n roller acting like a dick needin' cash burnin' through the trash that piles up in this place and fills up behind my empty
L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his
your ass down Shut the fuck up And get stoned motherfucker Well I'm waking up so early cause I knew this day would come My daddy's passed out with an empty
is forming on the tips of my wings unheeded warnings, I tought I thought of everything no navigator to guide my way home unladened, empty and turned to stone
blows Everytime I hear the sound East coast crosswinds On the cold wet stone I remember Windy Town I've seen it all before The freezing corners And the empty
on your computer software de-buggin' But we holding hardware cause we thuggin' Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed And all this snow, I call it empty
a place called desire. There's a stone-cold intrusion of mad man's fire, But he leaves when the lust and desire released, And you're left with an empty
a place called desire There's a stone-cold intrusion of mad man's fire But he leaves when the lust and desire released And you're left with an empty
on which to rest My dirty little white stone With dimples to keep it from Rolling down the dusty trail Brought such straight rows Like corn and peas
