pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard son
your pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard
and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you
rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you
? Doni??t you wanna be my only girl? Baby can I be the one you call? When you're tired of the lies And the truth is all you wanna hear Well if you swear
around You see me now? I'm beamin' Do you remember me, the guy from verse one? Failure's my last name, never's my first one You see I hood a lot, and
first and last And all that I remembered Was the roundabout only to believe in you Iii who was the first (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Who was the first
and now . . . the feeling?s gone feelings gone And you wonder how on Earth you When you?re high
it have to go from good to gone? Before the lights turn on Yeah, and you're left alone Oh! But here comes goodbye! Oh! Here comes goodbye Here comes the last
pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks? Negro please, you
, I tell you so For the last time you will kiss my lips Now Shut up and let me go Your jeans were once so clean I bet you changed your wardrobe since we met Now
fear of living in regret I've changed since from when we first met Now oh so easily you're over me Gone is love, it's me that ought to be moving on You're
I know that, you idiot. It was a rhetorical question.'' Above them, Billy the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad. We bad''. Granfather decided that
phone Annie Leibovitz would shoot me for Rolling Stone But the years have come and gone And I'm sorry to say that's not the way that it's all worked
play bitch Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch Now you know that we ain't into That
your mind clears The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here You start your journey into outer space You see yourself in the light but you're still feelin' outta place So you
