Mom Like Al Pacino's cash Nothing lasts in this life My high school dreams are gone Like my childhood sweets are gone Life is a day that doesn't last
We had blue skies but they came falling down What happened to us, you and I once were lovers? No cheating hearts and no one did wrong So why did we break
you're on your way to school We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head, I'm thinking cool Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
my dick I'll fuck up your system Like weed and speed and shit I need a ten or an ounce A hit or a blast Cause I'm a loser (drug abuser) And I always come last
rest my head on Since you've been gone I recalled my issues with problems and hate but I can't exactly remember the model or make Now glass bottles break in my
on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing with my status day to day Caught off guard by innocence I cross my heart you influences pull you down
have it any other way Got my heart in your hands Like a time bomb ticking It goes off, we start again If it breaks, we fix it Got your heart in my
off to the clinic how'd i miss my cycle? and my family wonder why im acting spiteful, test came back shhh negative, i can't see my self depending on my
Eminem:] She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh You wouldn't wanna show (?) Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, life is but a flame note at the craftwork door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe my
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
hop So c'mon everybody get down Now there's a spot check, get the deck count down 'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down Pound for pound
done had enough of doin' bad If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard And in my ward, you can
it Ah a bad habit, I'm hooked He got me, I can't break it One hit, can't quit, last sip, that's it Quick fix, don't fall, withdraw, hell now Can't put down
out of my trunk Fuck around and throw your ass in the lake And never be found like my high school prom date Bizarre stick ill, shoot vein in my fathers
the one To bring it down to this My last thought Is through a statement and a shattered fist Face down, fearless, light me up, end this Face down, fearless
the last time you told me so Here in this house in Pittsfield The ghost of our grandmother works at the sewing machine post Hiding the bills in the kitchen on the floor And my
breath control, I ain't no joke [Funkmaster Flex] Yaknahmean? Big shot to my man Buckshot Big shot to Dru Ha, the whole Boot Camp Clik Big shot to Duck Down