shamed lying naked on the floor illusion never changed into something real I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn you're a little late I'm already torn torn
on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Like a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Lke a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
Their secret they can't hide Its printed on their face I never thought I'd plead For half-breeds from a land that's torn But then I saw a camp for children
wheels Turning in the back of my mind? We have both been wrong before Even though my heart is torn I only want the best for you Tell me a story, Saturday
answers And there is nothing like someone new And this girl, she was nothing like you (There is nothing like someone new) (And this girl, she was nothing like you) Nothing like someone new
ears A life in the day - dream on dreamin' on Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on Make me cream - have a taste son 10 000 Miles under the soul Leave the story
suicide king running straight to hell Better believe that he's got a story to tell There's a cherry red born in '61 The tires are flat and the rag top's torn
with his first wife, A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born. But her next child birth would take away her life, Fiachra and Conn, from their mothers stomach were torn
Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried an' true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story
for something new now I don't understand this game we're playin don't u understand what I am sayin I don't wanna have a broken heart, I don't wanna soul that's torn
that was good, that was good {e} yo, wes drop that snow white story man Go ahead, drop it [maestro] Check it out I remember a story, when I was small
Because to ensure control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance. Natives are slaughtered in their homelands By governments seeking out new possessions
dry! Uno Viente Uno Blast the ghetto now! Get us out of this place! Give us a home that is new! These tents are tattered and they are torn What will
wave that takes my thoughts and flood them into the past on to the shore of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten now forming just the silhouettes of a pale story
a boss, traded it in for a horse It died, I made glue, it's no loss I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers Tired of the sob story tear jerkers
old soul exchanged for a new A familiar voice comes shining through This feeling inside me Finally found my life, I'm finally free No longer torn in
hear 'bout your sins Dirty little stories about needles and skin Don't wanna hear 'bout how you scored The guys who tripped, how you're dress got torn
