Cover up your face as the wind bites it, blowing frantically I stop and wonder, "What the hell am I doing here?" I see a group of people in the lobby
[Performed as Big Blue Monkey] I'm sorry for once I want nothing to do with you I guess im through I'm finding that nothing I said even mattered true
This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And
We are alive for a moment One second in the great abyss of time All the bleedin', all the hate Just one blink of an eye All the conflicts, it visits
These colored dreams that we have, Will put everything in the backseat drive past you, So goodnight, these dollar signs will be the death of all our
had to go and tear my heart like. [Tulisa:] Ha Ha Ha Ha [Faze:] It use to be the other way around but, Ha Ha Ha Ha [Tulisa:] The story changed my heart
erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch yourself, he is kind of smart, you know... [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] This story began five years
[Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] There's 8 million stories in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage
the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story
addicted to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggaz call me a timer [Tupac] I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady
s keeping an eye on the other guy's greed these are 311 characters I dubbed everyone the story ain't over but my rhyme is done Dig it, it was the year
Royce Da Five-Nine] [Intro] [Cowboy] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years
these years These are the last words I have to say That's why this took so long to write There will be other words some other day But that's the story
down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So
by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story
