way we lived, we felt so alive I saw a flash in the corner of my eye Behind the closed door there's no light Yeah, it was only four songs and a fight
be happy, With you money and your name, And hide myself in sorrow While you play your cheating game. Silver threads and golden needles Can not mend this heart of mine. And
what you need and what you've always wanted what you've always wanted to be. Your glory torn tales and my brave war stories of useless wants and pointless worries and
: Bless the beasts and the children For in this world they have no voice They have no choice Bless the beasts and the children For the world can never
fuck the banks i've heard them say but then someone has to cash this check a third goes to the government and then half goes down to rent and then what
was getting more obnoxious and he wouldn't quit even though our faces read you're full of shit and then she split for another stop he was asking for a smoke and
in repetition and don't want to hear them anymore Thousands of us dead today, thousands went unfed today And all we talk about's the fucking weather And
you had a hold of me somehow shut the door and i ain't coming out that was then and this is now and yeah the words they pour like wine cause i never
going on and on and on [2x] i know it's dumb, when i was seventeen i thought about my place in history and was there anything worth frightening for and
' next time again Listen One, two, three Four, five Six, seven Eight, nine We couln't change it If we tryed One, two, three, four Goodbye We
7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New York And out West, we want y'all to understand All we wanna do is make you dance We know the song
a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If I was on you, your hoe's and them cowards, I'm'll do dirty Still a commission and
truth is Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and
And I know when I'm needed I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do If you toss and
it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious song Lover
dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit, but just don't fuck it raw man Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And
lifestyles of the rich and infamous Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate Peace I love ya The lifestyles of the rich and