Lyrics:
of Lake Bodom are furious again
Something pass you by, you wait for you to know.
At the Lake Bodom where you say your final goodbye!
Soon you'll find
Day by day I replay "Catcher in the Rye" and I'm not afraid to say, " god damnit, you were right" I've found everything already. danger just hides.
of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America how are you...
Well it's night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half
marmalade, make me so happy, make me forget my name, my marmalade
My marmalade
Duck pond memories pass me by, paddle boats and cherry pie
Wet eyelashes look
with the Earthlings
Legos i was building as a little kid
A little bit on further i was committing cold-blooded murder?
No, a half that be no, fools
I chose, I keeps it real
Went to ballin' came wit time, I suppose, you know tha deal
Bring my drink so I can chill, and pass me my weed
Big ballin'
and cry and bicker
Until he'd finally pass out on my floor
I had to walk away from Bill
I had to but it haunts me still
I was fighting demons of my own
I
ain’t going too far
You can reach me by telephone I’ll be there all day
But please wait till half time I don’t wanna miss a play
Cleveland, Cincinnati,
army
I went, from a joint to a nickle to a dime
then a half to a Z now its P's all the time
most of my crew was high in high school
and failed, but got
to the pay phone
Your pockets weighted down with quarters and the hope that no one's home
You spray paint cinnamon on vines and key the cars you pass by
Well they flash
Those half-knowing smiles
As they pass
Heroic profiles
Like they're in some book by Ayn Rand
Always working, always tanned
So
mobile phone to
Pass your time away?
I can't begin to understand
How you were walking hand in hand
With people who shaped this world
If I could just be
I slipped the danger
Now I've let it all pass
And I'm starting to realize
Put down and paralyzed ain't the place for me
Oh no no no
Yes I'm starting
said, "Why bother at all?
I just arrived by the train from Bombay"
Never heard anyone say it so plain
The prettiest girl in the room stood
Collected
us both
What would we do?
How would we go?
Would we pass out
In barracks beneath bed sheets?
Brand new sneakers on our feet
Two by two into
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
Hate it when you talk about your man, that ain't sexy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in the South of France
I paid too much for this jacket, I was goin' ham
Baby,
thirty-five
Then a fumble gave them the ball
And they broke right through our line
By the half, they had three
And we hadn't crossed their line
If only I
Hate it when you talk about your man, that ain't sexy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in the South of France
I paid too much for this jacket, I was goin' ham
Baby,
of shopping bags and half-price tags and giveaways
We hold the purse we hold the reins
We can deny these spoiled kids their next allowance
But when they
up
Runnin felony or jack, fuck around and get it stuck
Buck feelin fucked now what's up, put you on the spot
Triple sissies sayin shit, Marcus pass
wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls
Believe it or not, I knew about fear
I knew the way loneliness stung
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue"
pass de test
Run outta, me cyah run outta bread
Inna mi possession, di bimma fass yes
By 21, mi need a couple more cheque
Buy two yard, see how much mi
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