ripped apart / you wicked angel / with black mascara eyes / falling from the sky above / with a suicidal mind / the only ones wearing smiles / are the
be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever So we live a life like a video when the sun is always out And you never get old
be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? So we livin' life like a video where the sun is always out And you never get old
last n-gga ever let the truth be told And oh Mos Def ran to my home And said they gon have yo ass gone Light jokes, you keep playin with them white folks
MP3 * Waiting o Lyrics This is the last time I will follow you This is the last
be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired, don't know where to
it Dow ow ow ow ow ownnn Finally found my sound, Helen Keller And I'm taking that food out up yo mouth like Old Yeller Satisfaction's overrated, I don't agree with
on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold me close My best dress on underneath this old coat
does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And
it out in the truck Might wind up a little deeper in love So baby, let's roll with it Baby, let's roll with it Baby, we'll roll with it Baby, we'll roll
the old tune "I'm the Perfect Lure" The tar-boy is there awaiting in demand With his blackened tar-pot and his tarry hand Sees one old sheep with a
think you) I should've known better than to be out here fuckin' with you Knowin' the shit you do I should've known better than to be out here fuckin' with
speakin' 'bout the way I run around snatchin' purses. For every meaning theres a purpose, just because I never went to school it don't mean that I can't be perfect. For screamin' out
luck give me somethin' Help me out and I'll go there Wish me luck give me somethin' Help me out and I'll go there All I want is a brand new truck With
with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel in Jerusalem Getting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out With
deck full of jacks Not to turn the perephiful terminal diamondbacks My mind's with pompay as my mouth is with the bomb bayers Watch out, my powerhouse
four-eyed geek [Pre] Yeah? And at the club there's a reason we don't hang out that much You're double-fisted with two Heinekens actin like a lush [MC]
