: Into it Into it Into it Into it Into it Lost in the midday half-life Sunlight and rain Hiding away from the heat In too deep, my heart turns again
: Come out, follow me I'll show you something Eyes like X-ray specks Expecting nothing In constellations It's only everything No, no one knows But it
: Uptight, Short breath, Loose lies, Sex & death. 1, 2, On the edge Young blood, No chance Youth in a rude stance Dancing On the edge of dawn. On/off
: Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go (repeat) Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking
all On my way down I lost it all On my way down Looking through walls Out of reach, always Saw us far from Far from Far from Hand on your shoulder Lean
: The North-Forth Luxury Condominiums Are not getting built Not getting built All the neighbors watch her halted developments Haunted by the movements
: Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that
: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I
: Oh, you think so? Well, I know so And when the lights all go out Slay me, hold me down And hollow out my heart And then again And then you say it
won't come Through water damaged bloodshot eyes The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies All seem to mingle into one I read your name under words in your elegant hand
: Broke my back out in the yard. If you don?t like it Won?t you tell me? Work all day and all the night. Later on Can I help it? By the way, It
Take what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands
you won't tell anyone you're lousy with secret spoke my eye out I'll lost me left side you can flip me over like a record or a turtle which ever you
it won't come Through water damaged bloodshot eyes The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies All seem to mingle into one I read your name under words in your elegant hand
Broke my back out in the yard. If you don?t like it Won?t you tell me? Work all day and all the night. Later on Can I help it? By the way, It
This is the last time, you say After the last you line you break It's not even a holiday Nothing to celebrate You give a hundred reasons why And say
If that's yo bitch you better hold her hand 'Cause you don't go to the beach and break sand I won't choke, bitch you know my plan I got hundreds in my
K.E a hundred grand and you lables can not Play me I'll never go broke Fuck em I'm flashin the pan I am a passionate man Planted with cash in my hand