Lyrics:
Think it's not what you say
What you say is way too complicated
For a minute though I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's twenty seconds till the last
of hearing you rhyme
Listen, baby
You don't have to come first
Second is okay 'cause you ain't never beated me
I say it once
You say it twice
You know I like
seem to have halted with a silent scream. We
must play on. The perfect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...I hear
their streams and cries...I
Second intermission, anticipation
You know the third act
Small talk drops out of the play
You're standing in the lobby
Tightening your
from Dame
Second, you stole Kanye from Dame
Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up
Before them shots
of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melacholy
Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots
cannot change the future, but I'll find you if you're gone
A second spurt of growth will come about me
Don't doubt me
Entities that hide behind images
and take our turn
And keep tellin' ourselves we're free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well
When I saw the ambulance screaming down Main Street
I didn't give it a thought
But it was my Uncle Eugene
He died on October
The second, nineteen
on the tapestry say,
"Everything in time,
Will find it's way home again,"
But I'm tired of crying...
No Second Chances
Don't knock on my door
There won't
As I went a walking
One morning in spring
I met with some travelers
On an old country lane
One was an old man
The second a maid
The third was
of a second chance
In hopes it will stifle the fear
The dying remains of a world gone insane
We are near the end
A course that will lead us through
done
Just some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all done
Just some
Ignore it if you dare
As I shed my second skin
Beneath a bullet box roller-coaster
I view my transformation
Through the veil of a jokester
As I gain
I let it ride on a bad bet
I doubled down on a sinking ship
I need a second to catch my breath
Do you want me
Or do you want me dead?
Oh, give
a second ago
What would you say?
Who would you obey?
I am here to say that
.
Peace is now
.
Mr. President
I hereby pardon you of all your crimes
For
Second intermission
Anticipation
You know the third act
Small talk drops out of the play
You're standing in the lobby
Tightening your
the blacks won't let you forget
The Spaniards at the checkout counter just want to make you sweat
And the news comes second hand on the radio am band
elf makes ten copies
His blonde mother spouts
Tortures him, in big house
Says we need more seconds his grin is elf
Makes ten copies his blonde mother
and the seconds no more
Doin' all the things that I'm supposed to
Workin' every day the way that most do
Smilin' while I'm hidin' what I'm goin' through
But
stopped tickin'. And now i am headin' for the electric chair.
Second Chorus: John Cameron Swayze i know this sounds crazy but my wrist watch is busted
then its not to be said
You think he would learn alot
From being saved from an awful spot
But the second chance that he had got
He didn't want to be
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