Lyrics:
when we left
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street!
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked
the fuck I ducked they hit up the truck Got snuck by karma, she a bitch I gotta keep a buck. I'm down as shit was almost rich, I'm bout too hit me a lick.
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said,
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
He didn't like blood, not this vampire
The disco beat was his desire
Transylvania's where he made home
Until one day he decided to roam
And then
Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move
alone
Feel like a foster child
But don't make me close one more door
(Real shit) i don't wanna hurt anymore
(This bitch long in this shit)
Stay in my
Seven point three billion humans
Seven point four billion humans
The rain falls like troops
Like troops the rain falls
Open your coat in it, shiver
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
on door to ask the old codger
Akin asks her dad and he
Makes a little speech
But all he gets is a no
Like a kick in the teeth
'Cause his grandad's from
the weak
Get stronger with the game
Pin it down for my kind
Our tribe found god just stay by my side winning
Eventually might get-you fired up like the sun
your planet up
Hakai shit, I raise an arm
And niggas start to vanish, Bruh
G-O-D, who wanna box? Who really man enough?
I pull up with a pole like
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen
couldn’t help it. It wasn’t her, really… she was just a vessel driven by the worm––this wicked fucking disease.
You are defined by your trauma. You are
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
09. PREACHER MAN
(Featuring Going Home Anton DvorakMusic adapted by William Arms Fisher)Words: Debra LynMusic: Jeff Silverman(Debra Lyn MusicSESAC,
you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store
Nigga and chop you up you feel that nigga
He play around we gon' kill that nigga
How you feel
the
[02:21.12]Struggle is never ending. Feels like it never ends.
But you see.[02:28.42]
I just keep pushing through the struggle day by day
In a place I call home but
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
at the grocery store getting cheese and lunchmeat. Do you need anything else?
File Transfer: IMG_6101.gif
Your at home
All alone
On the phone
And it don’t feel
Discuss these your arms feel like home acoustic by 3 doors down Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In