Why do angels cry in the night Rent a breast monger for only a week Flying from the city, iron horse going to hell Bells are ringing and lights are shining
Sometimes I think too much Sometimes, not enough But either way I still got views I live my life the way I choose You don?t understand me You don?t
Backyard full of dogs, got a pawn full of fish But a bad girl, I think that's all that's missin' from my list Unless you wanna be the girl that fill that void
Little brother's got a habit that he thinks, he's gettin' under control And he's sellin' all our love and best wishes as the hunger grows Living by the
the way, Big, we missing you, Pac, we missing you We feel your presence, just not in the physical All across the world, blocks is miserable Ya'll left a void
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And these children leave
easy to see the sun When you're locked up in this pretty plaster cage So she says she'd love to feel alive again But this loneliness necessitates her void
get you high (high, high, high, high) out of the out of the void it comes from an open mind out of the out of the void it comes it comes from my mind
the bonfire, And Bon Voyage bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar- -dee in this bitch; send a bomb to my moms lawyer Im a problem for ya, boy you think your Tom
the message inside Lost sight of the irony of twisted faith Lost sight of my soul and it's void Think I, think I'm unforgiven to this world Think I, think
son said: ?Daddy, I don't wanna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
Yeah, yeah, yeah There's a void that needs to be filled inside this marketplace You could die in my parkin' space My mom want me to blow up and house
get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ????????? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think
flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and slay You might think I'm a rookie
The rise and fall of my sloppy love, the smatterin's And splatterings, they'll get you I'm not the one you were thinking of Maybe you thought I'd call
We got to keep it true, relax your mind with the music You know what we do, you know what we do Sit back and vibe with this true shit This isn't really what you think
up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her brain She is no longer fit to make good decisions She is completely blind and void
