Do. I'll tear down the stars, We can ride it to the moon. I'll float till I find you. I wouldn't ever let you fall, down. Picture this. our clothes
tear down the stars and I'll give them to you. They're not as pretty as your eyes, But I guess it'll have to Do. I'll tear down the stars, We can ride
so clearly You inhabit my heart Oh...loving you was easy Into your radiance I fell Oh...now you can run freely Into the light you love so well The tears run red down
lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs, arms through it or stuffed with embalmin' fluid Shit, I'm goin' through it, mom dukes too Tears streamin' down her
the young On tree by jury, together we hung Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain 'Ghanastan goin' through the same thing It trickles down
Kept it clean Polished it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by
thought you saw But never seemed to mean much more Than echoes of a day gone by When someone else would have to try To light the stars in your sky
my heat don't fail me now Every time I thinkin it's death, they tryin to tear me down But see my in the flesh, can you stare me down I do it for my fans
album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
a week Than they die in a year I made it clear Where I stand when the line is drawn But now the line is gone And nigga anything goes The land where the
down for ours, we get down no doubt Down for ours, we get down no doubt Down for ours, we get down no doubt Down for ours, we get down Cause we get down
of all the land A dweller upon our lonesome isle The last lonely man On weary night, under stars He'd often lay and gaze Up towards the moon and stars
singing in a sea of tears I know it's you, I can tell by your hair. And my pulse starts to quicken as I row through the tide I wanna lay my head down
one last look at the yard, snows gone, it's never growin' back. Rolled on with the windows cracked. No sounds, just the breath of the draft. Slow down
get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga Ha, ha
sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive
