the train. The world is great to suckers We have the story of the impossible A tale passed on so frail One of make-belief Maybe impossible to achieve
I'm not with you, I'd rather be dead. Like Romeo & Juliet, we are, we are. The story goes... Two lovers locked in tragedy. All it shows... It's impossible
Free impossible believers, If they worry ev´ry minute that goes by. Be the magic of the morning. Be mine, all the time , be mine, be mine. Baby
gotta leave it to see it, so it be it And though I appreciate bein' alive Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die Come back and tell my story
1] Pressure, pain, ache, struggle this is my hustle but I do it for the life the love, the lights, the glory I rise more than juries this is my story
Selling stories that were overrated In this world so complicated Felt so right, you tried to make it wrong Why can't we all just get along? From the
, bitch-niggas learn not to coke Can I live without any battles to face? Hell no, I gotta war when there's paper to chase The story for the glory's never
Gotta live for today so life won't pass me by by [Verse 3] Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said, "Impossible
if i'm wrong then let me be wrong Just leave me alone Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said, "Impossible
absent minded flash backs grew And grew to hate He had to escape To ICU On the second day he came through He concocted the impossible The psych' slipped
your presence Do I now know what it means? We could get old and talk At the same time when we tell stories If we let go Impossible names rhyme in elegant
you know about mass appeal? I peel out as I clutch the wheel Death certificate signed and sealed Take a journey down the road to glory Pay attention to a soldier's story
This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine While waiting for her husband Don To return home from work, she reaches for a can of anchovies
doing anything about it, except for a few people, and the things are, the grosvenor square marches in london. The end product of it was just newspaper stories
gold, all the sweethearts that you can hold That don't come back with stories untold, are hanging on a tree It's unbelievable like a lead balloon So impossible
after her all of the time Seems like Erika Kane, she done got up in the game And have ya scared to try You may not know it right now, nothings impossible