Can I, Take you, Home with me just for tonight I'm tired of being alone, Tired of being afraid Your every look, Has enslaved me I am starting to peel
every word I said You tasted every tear I bled Would you ever find your way? (we lost our innocense that day) You tasted every word I said You tasted every tear I bled
shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo With your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself To see how much it bleeds? It's like Adrenaline The pain
niggas they pulled Out the room And all my other little homies stood shocked While they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop On the other side
it for sell When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes Turned into songs, everything else fell into line I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding
five dollars worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald
got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of
talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate, until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other
weed, nigga what'cha need? Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick, I done drove to hammon and came back with some shit, Call it yayo, and the other
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured And just looked at the whole situation 'Cause once u look at it You know (You really do) They don't give
Left pictures frozen still, in time You say you want it all But whose side you fighting for? I sit and wonder why There are nights, we sleep, while others
that stuff helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest. Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds. It's like adrenaline. The pain
me splinters (haha!) Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture If they wrote a rap bible
Gave Me Splinters Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture If They Wrote A Rap Bible Bet
that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain
I remember him fucking me, And I remember liking it, I didn't know any better... And I remember the smell, and the pain, and the shame... And I remember
no longer mine. But Why- We gotta swim against the tide to each other, Find the other side of the river, and wow. If I offered you a picture, and the paint
where the gypsy singers play To the hotel bar where we're all just passing through From the other side of midnight, here's to you As the streetlights start to bleed
