one of the days One of those days you wanna crawl into a cave I wish it could be tomorrow or even yesterday Out of my way cause I think I might go insane It's just one
don't care, I'm here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away
brick squad runners 10 million deep im tryin to sell 10 billion keys fuck what a bitch boy say to me aka i stay wit me mac 99 not far away my dogs dont
, somewhere far away Running with open arms to greet me Over the hill, the sunset dies and fades away I turn and I close the door with one last goodbye
It's so loud inside my head With words that I should have said As I drown in my regrets I can't take back the words I never said I can't take back the
the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It's so unreal, didn't look out below Watch the time go right out
can only end wars and bring peace And we can no chain away people act And we can no chain the way people think So you could sit back chill out and relax
! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead! I'm far from eccentric
this Christmas, down Santa Claus Lane Down Santa Claus Lane Elves were standing in the street Snow men and reindeer came out to greet Silver bells chimed from far away
I look out across the room And I dig into my heart and I try to sing the truth And I know I did my best, I never meant to hurt no one, no one, no one
I know the hand that's trying to hold me down Is the one that I'm trying to hold us The hand that's trying to force me back Is the one that won't let
make some sense Trying to make some sense Trying to make some sense Did you feel like you were crazy When they sent you far away Did no one have the
't stressin' one man) (Ooh, I won't, I won't) With the good comes the bad and then it turns to great It's so far at the back, this is a vengeance, love
of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one
have a million stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away
I'm not Bowze Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
See I can kinda recall little ways back Small tryin' to bawl always been black And my hair I tried it all, I even went flat Had a gumdee curly top and
of the times I thought I found the right one I'd be a billionaire then I could probably ride out And go and find the right one I wouldn't mind a dude