is wearing away I'm falling toward the shadows Please wake me up I'm not ready to free fall I'm holding on as tight As I possibly can Losing my grip
sized merry go round Sometimes your fingers lose their grip We all fall down Don?t sit there in the dark Don?t worry your heart Everything will be fine If trees fall
who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland ya do whateva like he say Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand cause I got tha gripping
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room Hopped out
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
winds gust, empire crush Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit' the rush Untouchable chunk of air, wax and soul Sound waves slay out the back, can'
should lose me, you'd lose a good thing If you should lose me, you'd lose a good thing If you should lose me, oh yeah You'd lose a good thing If you should lose
You only know my place, you don't know my name Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then
You slip and you fall niggas get chalked like hop-scotch On my block I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on Take me out the hood but the hood will never
of the dice, right Sometimes you win and sometimes you just might Lose it all, fucked up sick and don't know what to do That's when you find out who
sized merry go round, Sometimes your fingers lose it's grip, we all fall down. Don't sit there in the dark, don't worry your heart. Everything will be fine, if trees fall
just a fake Insomnia drives, drives you out of your head Don't lose consciousness while lying in bed Looking in from the outside and tightening your grip
down Hands have turned to clay Gripping the hope that lives inside I move on praying for a way To save my own will Time falls whisked away With each
out window and sees Grover hanging from a pole.) Grover: I don't know how I got here. (missing lines) I'm in for a ... (loses his grip and yells
em built up, so I can get my lean on I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out Gutta on the chain and the charm
anybody out there feel me? 'Cause I can't seem to feel myself Losing my way, keep losing my way Keep losing my way, can you help me find my way? Losing my way, keep losing
cold. And If I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall... A tightrope balance; my very life, hangs By A Thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose my grip
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
