lies, how come I'm the lucky one? I see your lies, glorify what you haven't done I hate your lies, stories different every time 5 years of lies, 1-2,
your lies, how come I'm the lucky one? I see your lies, glorify what you haven't done I hate your lies, stories different every time 5 years of lies,
mask instead of a face I've never seen before. I hope you know you're behaving wrong. In this way you will be lost, you'll remain alone. Lies... will...
book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing A felon on the verge of 1-8-7 But I ain't ever wanna do
compulsive lies flies with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years
she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80
will be moaning..) [killah priest] The great massacre, we fled to africa, The 7 year d babylon 10 buck 2 page 83, And all the lies about africanas, and
that ain?t s**t but the f****n rent/ And food stamps in the wind/that ain?t s**t to spend/ Oldest child is her son in the 7th grade/ And he?ll just be
me chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living after i spent it on his children and ten others, Lets see thats three sisters and 7 brothers
to Susan's house Goin' over to Susan's house I can't be alone tonight Down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy Lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in
mind and heart you are the growing cancer - eating at my fondest memories 7 abandoned years - thwart all affection a million whispered lies - push
[verse one] In the blink of an eye You know your tiga can die I'm from the land of the 22, 44, 45 Riddles and lies is something we all despise So we look
the never learn shit until twice their bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addict niggas that'll hustle for years
Oh my god it's raining again And a 7-year-old anarchist i My Subs LP is still brand-new But what does it matter? There's nothing I can do Great big
public eye Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives They're not news reporters, they're full of bullshit and lies
we all meet one day 1000 years away 1000 years away On the 7th of December, 1995, around 6:30 PM, Peter flew with the birds. He was eleven years old
