race this treadmill life wont slow its pace im like a dog chasing my tail wind it right back in the same old place well ive gotta slow down for a minute
spot make them bad girls scream Hit the scene playing slot machines When I hit the spot in a limousine On 23s paint candy green and color spreem Double D thousand hop like a
your bloodshot stare In all of my dreams I never thought I'd see A face that could launch a thousand ships And the music was like wind in your hair
I dig my toes into the sand The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds Strewn across a blue blanket I lean against the wind Pretend that I am weightless
fallen brothers And all the ones not cut All the ones remembered only in the hearts A mother, a father, a brother A sister, a lover, a son, daughter
She was a hurricane But now she's just a gust of wind She used to set the sails of a thousand ships Was a force to be reckoned with She could be a Statue
be one right now, so let it be We are the children of a thousand days We are the people of the hard rain We are the children of a thousand days We are
that I learned my lesson The ocean sounds like a garage band Coming at me like a drunk man The ocean tells me a thousand stories None of them are lies
my dreams grow old There'll be no tears There'll be no regretting Will she remember me? Will she forget? I'll send a thousand flowers When the trade winds
you make my body say iyiyi Shake, wind, and roll Let?s lose control Shake. Wind. Shake, wind, and roll Shake. Wind. Shake, wind, and roll Shake. Wind. Shake, wind, and roll Shake. Wind. Shake, wind
just like Brick Top So I can't sleep I'd be wrong if I did stop If I'm focused on writing a verse You couldn't put me to sleep With a thousand and nine
it?s 98 like i?m eating lunch off of styrofoam trays trying to be the next rapper comin out the A (A-town) Hoping for a record deal to ignore my pain
a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song for me Sing a sad song for the sailor A thousand miles
door Enough trouble to make a poor woman Wonder where she's gonna go They rowed a little boat About five miles across the farm Said they rowed a little
, lets' pretend like it's 98 Like I'm eating lunch off of a Styrofoam tray Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A Hoping for a record deal, to
they call it hood Now let's pretend like I ain't got a name Before they ever called me B.o.B or A.K.A Bobby Ray I'm talking back before the mix tapes