fear of waking up Alone. Let conversations carry The unraveling of skin. The ink will pour an answer In children?s handwriting. If all words are cameras, Hold still
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than fear of waking up Alone. Let conversations carry The unraveling of skin. The ink will pour an answer In children?s handwriting. If all words are cameras, Hold still
's when I started havin faithless 'Cause Black Rob he on trial and I escaped death Still in your tape (yeah) still gettin hate threats Still gotta take that Still
You put me to the test and now I'm sticking out my chest So any last words before I draw these cannons 'Cause when the smoke clears I'll be the last man standing at
is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all
only way their gonna respect us If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they
gotta go to court" Act like this the last time I'm walkin; through yo doo' I be like super hyped She don't even know She be wantin' to go to sleep but
Waiting for you don?t be stalling This performance is important I don?t think I can put my all in Hold on I was drunk last night Now its all kicking
could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities
you go (Open your eyes) Girl if it's love Why can't you sleep at night (Open your eyes) Why don't you tremble when he holds you tight If it's the last
you industry faggots, I come to work Emergin' from the hurt, that life was and still will be Took a shower at the dungeon, dried off and was still filthy
, behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz nigga, surprise niggaz Keep ya head right, keep ya game tight Ya might not make it through the night (hold up)
ho n-ggas hold triggers Blast on 'em Hold up that old checker flag for 'em Chalk lines by the do not park sign It's deep, all these cold hearted n-ggas holding
it, get it (Girl) Get it, get it Show them hoes what you workin' with Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes Look at them hips, look at them thighs
to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at
getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death
