Kill the lights, Start the show pull the curtains past your ears. Staring eyes with no purpose just ignore this. Just ignore the smoke and breathe
ain't cute Loud-mouth niggaz make them mute I'm the reason for locks on the door I'm the reason why Coast Guards is on the shore Open up, made Poppi
start? Go back to the start I've been so evil with my constant invasions But you made it so easy for me, you always rise to the occasion I'll always
been feeling sentimental For days gone by All those summers singing, drinking Laughing, wasting our time Remember all those songs and the way we smiled In those basements made
bell / v. clarke) Collecting conversation from the silence of the room. Misguided information, telling lies will never do. No better known occasion for
's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down And you helped me keep my feet moving in the ground No matter what situation occasion
that my homie's bailed, and i can see thats what your made for, aint ever been no lame hoe, with that booty bought and paid for wont move to you on my
gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the
to fuck a tan line Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can't find Fine young man with an old man mind No time for the tickle, fuck the whole mankind
darkness Crept beneath the depth of the swamp I'm the lochness Chop this one up on the board for the young lord Beats and lyrics matchhouse matches
m addicted to speed but not the drug I lead by example my breed can hunt Seen enough mayhem, step into the A.M Weapons of contention for any given occasion
The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for
Jingle Sequence 3 Cameras rollin', action The bomb's been detonated, I'm just waiting for an explosion I was at second base and it was time for me to
you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies? [DJ Premier
me staring down an M16 You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team You took my brother from Marriott and from me My dad's made window shades for
Words & music: don henley ** chantal would occasionally play a piano version of this song (a top 5 hit for don henley in 1984) during her early performances
lies And somewhat small for one so tall a doubting Thomas who would be? It's written plain for all to see for one who I am with no more it's hard