(Slavens) crawl into another head stand up take a look around - tell me what you see crawl into another head now, when I was a baby I just couldn't understand
dreamt I had a good job And I got well paid I blew it all at the penny arcade A hundred dollars On the Cupid doll No pretty chic is gonna make me crawl
pages of your book For one day They won?t block your route In the dead plot You dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go away Folding wormholes
crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand
mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of
a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it. Can you please crawl out your window
the Sahara Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants Gotta have it, I hold Tylenol in his hands
party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning?s freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands
I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl.
ve crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand
crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles
could have it all I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin floor With ten per cent
they'll end up getting my brother Who'll spill the story on some long-gone lover That I hardly know Hats off to the man On top of the world Come crawl
can I balance six inches from death? now, the momentum we've created comes to a screeching halt this angel comes crashing down on her hands and knees she crawls
of a burning city; beneath us, at an immense distance, was the sun, black but shinning; round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling
bring her back The more that I cry The faster the train flies Further on down the track And if I only knew where to find her I'd crawl back on my hands
