Lyrics:
These past two weeks
I've been thinking 'bout you
And all the things I wanna do with you
And all the great things I dig about you
I can't sleep
heart
'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy
Get nothin' for myself
Now you wanna leave me
For the love of someone else
My pride is all gone, whether
And I wanna fade out
And wake up somewhere else
Where no face is familiar
And I'm left by myself
To keep plugging away
On my own wasted time
To eat
to the rastas
"There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us"
Three men standing and they love what they do
You won't see it coming, cause they wanna
All alone just sittin' thinkin' by myself
Contemplating ‘bout my life chewing on my nails
I'm the head of this house, now it's all on me
When you're not, when you don't wanna be it
And I wish my wish was your command
I wish my wish was your command
Oh, sweet darling
You can buy my kisses
Binded hands and a restrained mouth.
Will I ever get out of this prison that I call my room?
And now Iæ?¦ carried by my dreams.
As foolish as it
what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does or maybe it's the
When I am under the knife I tender believe every word
And I wanna be
I met him in a bar, that was the first mistake
Our eyes met on the double take
The room stood still and the music drowned
Like a B-movie show
mark on your face. Paint it.
You dissed the entire human race. Stop it.
Once you find yourself, you better make it stick.
You don't wanna get pulled
or hatred, I can't tell the difference
Evil in the brain
I wanna give fear to the world
Evil in the brain
You can't reason with a lunatic of evil
Evil in
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I
Will never be denied
To your world
I put aside my pride
Cross the great divide
I wanna stay inside
In your world
I don't know why
Don't know why
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool
Chains, well I can't break away from these chains,
Can't run around 'cause I'm not free.
Whoa, these chains of love won't let me be. Yeah!
Now believe
I'm tired of looking (It's not in my vision)
I'm tired of seeing (Don't wanna see this)
I'm tired of hearing (Don't tell me your shit)
I'm tired
was with the bandits, all the hype
Her be on a night out with the track
The way that we crash land, no fly
Night out with a vibe
The way that we
you wanna have your face
On the cover of the TV-guide?
There's no point in trying
You'll never get anywhere!
By total media control
Your life has been
one nine nine trey
We supplied y'all bangers
I be rockin them beats WillIam not
No funny clothes and shit, I compose the shit
First off I birthed y'all
Sick boi, sick boi, allopathic script boi (Shi)
Pathogenic, schizophrenic, call a medic quick, boi (Blah)
Quick boi, quick boi, just wanna scratch
toes
Surprise after surprise, I just can't ignore
I'm amazed by Your power
The way You be moving me without force
Need You every hour
Don't wanna go
Anna, can I come and walk you home?
I'm not gonna wanna be alone
Beaten up when the sunlight comes
Bullied and cut by the clock on the wall
Take
I know a place
Down a little bitty back road
Tucked way back
Lit by the moon-glow
Homegrown wine in a tree ol' stash
Kudzu cabin could you dig
I'm living stress-free
God bless me, guide me, protect me
I'm in the booth so long I just forget sleep
I used to have ten cats by the Westbury
When
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