Texty:
Cancer Looking Back

Now that I turn 29 I'm standing here and I'm feeling fine Lots of stories have been told I, I have gone so far Since 1995 It feels like an endless summer

answer She wiped my brow and I followed her back To the Tropic of Cancer She killed the light She dropped her glove She said, "Are you looking for trouble Or looking

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

AQUARIUS! There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack

a certain type of way Like the balm, smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye I didn't know Comptone was like that Until I got out there and had to fight back Walkin' back

They come back to us and our hands are filled With their rotting tissues But we turn not our backs we press our lips Into their cancer, into the dust

't like it slow consider me one of them folk. Lets get to it, get to it, get to it, get to it. Kinda crunk and i'm on this scene a look back and that'

wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be through Lookin' so far up, you might fall down Gettin' clowned by the hound from east Oaktown And the look in

sweatin' more than Bob Barino I switch tongue buenos caso me camino Then I switch it back 'cause in that style I swing yo Beat your head like a drumSPANISH I sit back