Do you remember me lonely girl in your guilty memory My love you traded for the night world where all your dreams met with tragedy Now do you remember
Hood In My Hood In My Hood In My Hood, yo, yo [Killah Priest] What up little nigga, what you smokin on? Only 14, product of a broken home Out late, tryin
one big tragedy And how was ronnie gonna explain to his family While they were on vacation taking in sights He got wasted and killed a kid that night
was one big tragedy, and how was Ronny Gonna explain it to his family while they were on vacation? Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night
Foolishness disguised as having fun Promises destroyed When the night is done When it's too late To mend your broken heart When it's too late For a
your spelling errors in love letters just stole your crown you are nothing more than late night fantasy you are nothing more than a rehearsed tragedy
This ain?t the first or last time We?ll meet up this late at night To let our fates intertwine Casually I?d rather be Detached from all tragedy This don
last taste And death, for real Yeah, it makes no deals It's a tragedy, reality No one wants to hear I know that I can be sure of quiet nights with you
Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights
stick Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam I used to work nights
hearing Paul Revere When he catches himself giggling He forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake He keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie, late
I woke up cryin' late at night when I was very young I had dreamed my father had passed away and gone My world revolved around him, I couldn't lie there
I turn my television on And all I see are blood and streets The family stranded through the night Are hungry with no inn insight for them All of the
, feeling yesterday's news So you take off running like a dog at a racetrack Crowded in like clowns in a hatchback Into your own, out in the night You
torn That you're the one I miss I'm over, now you're gone But that's not the way it is Surprise, why you call me up late at night Expecting me to wanna
The only white kid walkin' round on the block Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop Go see Howard for what ya need Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed Late night
Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and agony Let me introduce myself, my name is Tragedy The kind that sneaks into your bedroom, late at night The
There's a story where everything could not go right, and I wrote it. I thought about it late last night. Can you feel it? A tale that feeds on tragedy
