, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on helmets, I rome the streets where there's no peace
Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory blurs
mouth (Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon) Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird You could be on 'Gangland' wit' cha face all blurred Skull
long way home And I've seen mothers mourn The loss of there only born Still I believe, we are given nothin' more than we can beg A vision is only blurred
I've been runnin so fast I didn't see the world pass me by Just kept spinnin on without me Monday turned to Friday like a blur January was July And I
guess I died when my brother died Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart
game Fuck it, I guess, I died when my brother died 'Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams
Then your electricity and and your energy's released Born into another soul after your physical's deceased May you forever rest in peace Although your
and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches
call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side I'm the last gas for an hour, if you're going 25 I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches
town, Tomorrow was another day. All the years and all the miles, They lost track of time. I look back now only once in awhile; My memory just wants to blur
niggas I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor Burn unit see the picture C.S.I., S.I. chief retire Rest in peace La, cut 'em like
love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up My vision's blurred, my word
Artist: Cali Kings f/ Eminem Peace to Thirstin Howl, A. L., and Wordsworth My mother smoked crack I had a premature birth I?m just a nerve cursed
nature initiates. It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored. I miss those city lights, those sparkling city lights, those twinkling city lights blurring
bags and plastic hearts All are belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye But we got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with
you I'm burning for you Come on and break me a limb at a time Wrap me around your spokes so tight There's no letting go Spin me around to blur the
just one voice [Refrain:] All over Let us all come closer [Verse 2:] There is nowere to touch that doesn't hurt There is nowere that I can't look that isn't blurred