Lyrics:
than they’re meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice; you have a choice
I, I can't lie
I'm scared to open my eyes
'Cause what if I find nothin' at all?
Nothin' at all
What is the point
Of my lips if they don't make
want and I got what you need
Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point
'Cause we're on a roll, you ready?
Roses are red, some diamonds are blue
to see what toys your kids ever had.
FZ: Why would you be interested?
Senator Hawkins: Just as a point of interest in this
FZ: Well, come on over
style ASCAP should make y'all pay
But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point
The motherfucking point is keep my name out your mouth
Distractions are amusing; do you know how much you’re losing
No, you don’t, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I’m past the point of rescue
Is no word from
right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
For the both of us
Yeah
Well, maybe
Maybe that's the point
To reach the point of giving up
killed me
And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you
I forgive you
Always, I do forgive you
nothing to lose
We're losin' everything but the truth
'Cause walkin' straight into a road block, bendin'
Left, it ended
Your point of view is chosen by
We point the finger out, the anger gets so loud
It drowns out all the sorrow
At least until tomorrow, what then?
I took a good hard look at how I
nothing to lose
We're losin' everything but the truth
'Cause walkin' straight into a road block, bendin'
Left, it ended
Your point of view is chosen by
chicanary
Of peoples rape recorded on tape
Brought shame to the presidency
Tonight, tonight
One more point for human rights
Tonight, tonight
One more
Somewhere between the end
And the point where we begin
There's a fire burning brightly
That's found it's way to dim
When the feeling's gone
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer
You're the one, you're the one
That's been touched by the singer
And then in the night
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer
You're the one, you're the one
That's been touched by the singer
And then in the night cold
understand one
point: the African is not a slave that's one point that they didn't
realize when they were writin this. The African is not a slave.
futured and caught
When you scream at it and do it
With sweat leaking from the outline of your solid
Don't understand the point that you at
Or how
Everyday its always the same
No point in fighting, its not going to change
I'm trying to find my place in this world but I don't get it
I go
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
nuttin' to follow
although you'll get my point, even though my points are hollow
watch ya back for the Mobb Deep and RSO assembly
it's like henna rock
my stash for protection
Family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife
glass
There was too much repetition
(Over and over and over again)
You know we're past the point of sane
(Over and over and over again)
All this
sex! sex! sex!...
I might be interested to see what toys your kids ever had
Why would you be interested?
Just as a point of interest in this ah...
You're a black butterfly
With your wings frayed and torn,
Laughter's your's so is scorn
As they point to you in shame.
You're a black butterfly
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