Hunting In The Dark We'll Be Alive You And I Tonite You And I Tonite In The Dead Of Night In The Dead Of Night In The Dead Of Night We're Alright Yeah
Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh Stumble in some ambulance so Pre-dawn corpses come to life Armies of the dead survive Armies of the hungry ones Only-
when I see the first light of day When I woke up today, I didn't really feel ok I wasn't myself, I couldn't be no one else Night of the living dead
I made my way to New York city To draw the routes of my self pity It's like I'm in my favourite film It's just a minor part but still It's like it's
? I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. Call 911, I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess Last night
me. And when I'm on the road it's okay if you text me. If you can't stand it feel like I planned this girl you're dead wrong you're dead wrong. I wanna
you let me and when I'm on the road it's ok if you text me. If you can't stand it feel like I planned this girl your dead wrong yeah your dead wrong
I'm bolted from within from long conniving heights The hale, it makes a special sound that always stays into the night She tells me I'm not capable of
rap game is muthafuckin pain!) I'm screamin, JESUS, I NEED AH, BETTA WAY OF LIFE! Cause at da rate I travel now, I can't decide ah day from night! Still
[Chorus:] I wake up in the morning and I ask myself. Is life worth living, should I blast myself? Before I go to sleep at night, I ask myself. Is life
and a nigga from the Northside And a nigga from the Eastside Could all get along with each other, like we knew each other mother No reason to wanna take
twin gauges My calico murders offending my mind and my mind is so ready to click Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money Remember you dead
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin
Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion [Verse 1] A place to spend my quiet nights Time to
Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by
got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care
