The night bleeds day, with every breath I take reality brings, bright eyes, smooth skin. So what is left from this, a bottle of broken self. In a moment
down house With some real estate in Peat skill I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West
A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak To the west bay windows letting in the
ya feet, try an dodge this tech If a nigga run up he'll get lyed to rest Bitch my name is Ya Boy and I'm the West I'm the east, I'm the south ask ya
like fake niggaz make it Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant [Hook] Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me North-South-West-East
fake niggaz make it Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant [Hook] Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me North-South-West-East,
a tore down house with some real estate in Peatskill I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West
these chairs A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak To the west bay windows letting
on ya feet, try an dodge this tech If a nigga run up he'll get lyed to rest Bitch my name is Ya Boy and I'm the West I'm the east, I'm the south ask ya
