Texty:
Victory In Numbers

So lay down upon this hospital bed, I?ll stay with you here. My hands can?t stop the bleeding now, the wounds are too severe. But they did what they

Just stay long enough to embrace what?s held up inside you. A pretty little thing like yourself looking so lost on the dance floor. But I know I?ve seen

From the past it comes to haunt you Like the planes I failed to catch that would bring me home to you, That would settle all your doubts. I?m sure it

I had a chance to make amends, She blew me off. I felt so low. If I only could turn back time I know together we?d grow old. I said to her ?just one

How many times have I said I?m sorry, Somebody needs to let you know I would go anywhere to find you, anywhere, just let me know. I?m on my way to California

We advertise the fiction, it keeps us honest, makes us want it. We salivate for nothing, and carry onward. Open your eyes to see that this is over. Oh

nigga! 92A5456, that was my number right there, ya heard? Haha Now I be getting head from all kinds of motherfuckin industry bitches now Nigga what?s poppin? Victory

and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it

smile creep out He swears that would be all it would be about He said, "Just a peace to settle over us No more words, no more making it up No victory