I'm sick of what I'm hearing I'm sick of that whole sound I'm sick of that whole vibe that I feel when you come around I don't like confrontations They
Stop cause we're speeding to fast No we can't be found on this merry-go (Round, Round), Round the table we sat and counselled about the problems we had
Ego don't ever get you anywhere but now I know to speak up let my voice be known I won't sit back pretend my name hasn't been called As if I'm running
Across the river from the shore lands we explored nobody lives there no more I think about the plans we had i think about the things we said i knew
When we met we were cool, we were just fine Now you're acting strange and obsessively Hide my things cause you don't want me to leave you Take my phone
I'm not bad but I'm no saint Misfortune is my middle name I've been blessed but I've been cursed Obsessive compulsive, I always think the worst So I
In his world of innocence Leaving love in his footprints He can feel the love in his fathers arms Feel the love and care that his daddy shares in his
With a burning candle A book of holy things They'll throw you up against the wall Bind your hands with string Caught in this sudden shower Our host of
Looking by chance in at the open window I saw my own self seated in his chair With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead, unkempt hair I thought that I
I would sail around the world Look for gold and dive for pearl But I know I will never get to go I would like to win a prize, be in everybody's eyes But
Heaven haunts me Kill for a cigarette Heaven is all that I got My god left me Without one word of warning My god left me Waiting is all that I got I
Used to think I'd seen it all from grandiose to tiny small. I lived both high and low and every place that rested in between. What a shade of green?
Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The barbs laughed The fool is dead
anything! David: what's happened to hudson? Bing: I guess he's changing. David: yeah, he does that a lot, doesn't he? uhm... oh, I'm david bowie,
give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listenin' to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So
Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David
had a bad game got dunked on about four times Better luck tomorrow But to beat this squad, you gots to be a baller, what [Hook] [Magic] Who remembers Mo Cheeks, David
'm tired I'm tired I'm tired Joey and Janet Jennifer, Joshua Justin and Jason Jacob and Jordan Heather and Shannon Marisa and Kirsten Kimmie and David