You're my artificial escape The burning inside when I can't sleep An addiction that I know way too well My dirty little secret that I'll never tell I
These pills are the medicine That we use to hide behind when we're awake Money is everything, we blanket ourselves under the greed Fancy cars, elastic
I just got the call and it's time to go Where the oil falls like snow And the bullets steal the show To my family, my brothers, and all of my friends
Is there something else out there Hidden in a strand of hair So far beneath the surface, I need I need to get there. I paint a picture of my self ten
All the words that I never said to you They keep running through this troubled head of mine I sit and drown myself in my selfishness I'll get my dying
I'm spinning around I'm out of control I'm digging myself a familiar hole All I've got on my mind is your face But you're gone tonight Tonight, tonight
When misery dreams The city doesn?t sleep She craves the perfect life. There is a party in a hearse And everybody?s been dying To get in. Misery can
Rescue me from a scene that bleeds confusion and lack of anything Keep telling me "One day They'll see" It's 2 AM when I stare at the moon And I keep
I'm walking in the shadows of my own tempted soul As time is ticking by, I'm chatting with this bottle of wine I know that I'm not perfect I'll admit
The darkest summer night is here There's only us to fear A dying fire Tangled up You're the spider I'm the helpless fly A deadly desire Cast a spell
block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... Verse one: the gza It was the night before new year's, and all through the fuckin projects
sayin' it shorty Rock, Miss Thang, playin' a childish games Standin' on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze Sweet get to it anywhere you like On the rooftop at midnight The project
is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world It was the night before New Year's and all through the fuckin' projects Not
you got me locked down in this cold, cold world... Verse One: The GZA It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin projects Not a
catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space, But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, I shot out like a javelin after
shorty Rock, Miss Thang, playin childish games Standin on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze Sweet get to it anywhere you like On the rooftop, at midnight The project