Wake up wanting This is your message You struck deep what most find hard to reach Well god damnit you want me But you don't get so involved I'll do what
I am It's such a sad eclipse, fired sure as a bullet Such a tatter, on a chest that will not happen I take a chance, to be taken away a And suddenly
walls And every soulless face Seems to me a drowning fate Cut slow they say Think of a better way to count your hours There's a problem with the sky
morning war has started I want out, or else severed These ties to me forever I won't let anyone pull me from this bed It won't work, the legs quiver A
It's neither touch nor taste But silvery lines, the cute friendly face I'll stand You'll withdraw Take me and I'm right on What words sound the best
Lover undo me For weeks I've waited for your return My head down Eyes to the ground My guess is a sure thing You won't be back Thank you for a month
The taste of you left in my mouth Is Mississippi done yet burning? Sick sounds like stomach's stinging I search out, but you cannot be found A red horizon
addictions lost There's no time to notice Or how I'll match up to you (the state of cringing) And every weekend spent Just condescending In lieu of truth (building a better
ok) Don't let them injure you Further away (further away) Smile you can't help but show Somewhere someday (somewhere someday) Don't let them injure you Such a
Hold me up to the brightest light Where you've made me all but blind And your scheming fingertips Dance across my shoulder blades This evening's got
a better way) (Ready, set, go) (I got a better way) I discovered a star (I got a better way) (Ready, set, go) (I got a better way) (I got a better way
journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman
a building downtown, No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground. I don't wanna work in a building downtown, I don't wanna work in a building
struggle off me cross me A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta Instead I say moms meetin' pops was a
shit From the concrete when they chalkin' like shit And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gat ain't gonna bust and know that It's a
have Niggas running like Forrest when he broke his braces, pa Scold a nigga like a pile of hot chocolate Before I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge
's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each page What before the first bar was written
for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy I got a brand new
