to be the same, it is all a piece of the puzzle, another face without a name Nothing lasts forever, I try but it doesn't seem to show, Nothing lasts
in hell the blood spill hits Got a nigga, fiending for his last breath Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a bitch made nigga blasted Too many features in songs, tell
blood spill hits Got a nigga fiending for his last breath, too many of my partnas Beneath me, because a bitch made nigga blasted Too many features in songs, tell
Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones
and though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours alone, you're nothing but a stepping stone on a path to debt, to loss, to shame. The last
the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody
there? That's really fantastic . . . Phyllis: Oh, it's nothing. Don: All of those buttons and switches . . . Phyllis: It's nothing. Look, look what's
any I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny Anybody, everybody, they hate me I can tell when they spit and degrade me There's only one house left, the last
I know I've won There's nothing but blue sky There's nothing but blue sky Nothings gonna stop me now I am skimming like a skipping stone on a silver
Who? Only Styrofoam Lasts forever Only Styrofoam Only Styrofoam Only Styrofoam Lasts forever Only Styrofoam Only Styrofoam Lasts forever Only Styrofoam Lasts forever Only Styrofoam Lasts forever Only Styrofoam Lasts
a rollin' stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothing
reggae Sundays Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops (??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones
get no reply Coz I don't justify and I don't answer to no guy My woman try fi test me and ask me what I've done last night Mi done tell her seh mi serious
last time she gazed on this world of lies, With nowhere to go and nothing to say, She went to the next world and the Bastard he smiled. Bricks and mortar, Kingdom of Stone
were ticking me off gotta be stoned leave me alone I'm waiting for mom to comfort me But when I open my mouth Don't say, nothing's wrong I wont say nothing