Lyrics:
was drifting by,
The bums on the Bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life.
With cool
drifted by,
The bums on the bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life.
With cool and silvery eyes
i'm losin me.
I ain't got sense of outter destruction
Can't even listen, right to these voices
Hurting don't help me
Cure the devotion
Deep for my music
distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
When I was
dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
Hard to be sure
distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
When I was
SAVED FROM HELL
BEINu0027 SAVED FROM HELL SURE IS A REALLY GOOD THING (Repeat)
NOT BY WORKS THAT Iu0027VE DONE BUT BY HIM WHO IS THE KING
BY
be fine in do time
Hot and cold I'm reading you line by line
Eyes shine so bright I can barely see
Every vision is you next to me
Lets runaway, make
In the bayous haunted by Evangeline
In the pre-dawn hours close to Halloween
There's a mist that's hanging right in between
The Spanish moss
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help
heavy
Surrounded by deceased
On the arms and the back
Captured by disease
I keep pushin
Violence in the streets
Eat, be sleep and
Scratches in the beat
Since squirting out you see the whole damn world is left field to you
That's bum luck you say I guess the way the shit creek flow
One thing leads
for some hours
'Bout 14 I start selling nicks
By 15 I got a felony
By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean
College Park
The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
the plague
The living death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
when I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't want to be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don't want to live, all by myself anymore
a scissor
Roll by so fast, Big Dipper
I'm in LA more than a Clipper
Balenciaga more than a owner
Bitch, we out here more than a corner
Smoke way more dope
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
it!
When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down?
When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound?
If I lay in pain, by my side
ride by your side
I wanna know if you gon be my lover
Girl can I be
Girl I wanna be your mcm
Can we kick it on a night where ama ride by your side
I
Co by było gdybym się nigdy nie narodził
Co robiła by matka przecież ma córkę ojciec też
O kurde o ja głupiec rozpatrzam dziwną naukę
Gdyby gdybanie
All I want is a bum my d touching your bum
We fuck bitches for fun span' after we cum
Couple of lucky stars I eat no tin stuff
The game like a Nun's
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