Lyrics:
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
She is singing a faint sweet melody
I tune her in tune my thoughts out
She is far from where I stand but still I shout
?Come to me set me free
I am
She awakens with a chill by the open window
As the wind breathes it's cold
It hurts to know that what he needs
Is someone she can never be
And it
fails to hide
The tears that she's cried
Oh she cries
But she still shines
Though the night falls around her
And by her light
I find my way
real, it just plays with your imagination
And for a moment or two can make time stand still
But when it's over, all you have is a memory
I had to leave
end
This is a call for redemption
For those I know to have been led blind
With the wounds of the forsaken I'm still screaming
And I might stand
[Intro solo Michael]
[The prince:]
Here we are, we stand together, fighting for what's right
We're marching on towards the palace, soon it is in
even look at me I'm still young
And have so far to go
And he says to a passerby with a sad sad smile,
"does anyone know?"
"who do I have to kill to see
the night
Waiting for a sign
Saving me tonight, oh baby
Struck down by the look in your eyes
Telling me that I should realize
I was too blind to see it
the pressure got to find the source and knock it down
I take a look in that direction I'm the only one still around
Time
I'm killing myself I find
that sweet smile back on your face
If you, if you'd let me try to
Time will show
I am the one who will stand by you in this life
I'll be the only
up
Woke up with a middle finger to authority
Can't catch me 'cause I'm
Merkin' a majority
Shut the fuck up, you cryin' like a bitch
You look like
creditors make you a star
When they pay enough media to say that you are
You're still just a bottom bitch walking the track
So tell your pimp No, get up off
There are no second chances for me
Nobody's likely to come back around
Upon the ashes of what once grew here
I'll plant a seed and depart by night fall
crown
Nigga, yeah, ayy, get that money, look out for my brother, bitch
Niggas, they know what it is
Go get that bag, stand on that biz
These niggas
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