the tide boy You've got so much to give of yourself Some of the things you said Been living in your head you know And what you feel Are just trade marks
Put 'em on, put the big boots on - Baby put them big boots on. Make a mark, make a good kick start - Kick yourself right outa my heart. It's a
t want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ? was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotes Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain
think we might, go far?, I'm like, ?you right?, She could be my angel wings, her voice sounds like an angel sings Ya I'll be back with the trade mark
like that and then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat and you'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face that ever left his shadow down on saint marks
temples to slavery, and the stench of deceit suffocates Through this night which we crawl For there is always further to fall Their rust scarred cities stand To mark
crazy And suddenly you don't think good of me Constant volume Buy the lady a drink my friend Spread out the night stand spirit team Now listen here The mark
[Shane:] I've had many times I can tell you Times when innocence I'd trade for company And children saw me crying I thought I'd had my share of that But
A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
(Jack White/Mark Spiro) You always run to me Whenever she leaves you We trade philosophy But nothing can free you Too many poison arrows hit The heart
You always run to me whenever he leaves you We trade philosophy but nothing can free you Too many poisoned arrows hit The heart you try to hide Can't
sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it Yeah, I can't stop now This maybe be the last chance I get To be famous You dream of trading
block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart Of the south side of Houston, Texas, makin' ya mark On
in your record collectionAnd I'll do anything it takes just to get thereMy brain is buzzing and the room is strangeLike that scene in a trading places
down without a fight It's my life and I'm not sitting On the sidelines watching it Pass me by, I'm leaving you my legacy I I gotta make my mark, I gotta
Don't be running late, are you on time today? Don't be running late, are you on time today? Retrench me because of machines Kids trading roses for guns Track marks
' sooner than late We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives forever Marked