hunt for somethin they always missin THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS every city every town they always on the hunt for something never to be found goddamn its
flawless i walk lightyears away from these typical artists heartless i aint got no soul i just devour everything with them i reach like a black hole im in your city like
for the moon to come and set me free And I'm just waiting for moonlight and then my eyes can see I'm just waiting for the moon to come and set me free
that I used to know You're a four letter word that I used to know Like hope, and pain, and Mary. Lyin' in the sand while the moon was risin' Full
I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain
bag) T.I.: Im a pimp type, Nigga ride clean after midnight Ready for the gunplay plannin for a fist fight Roll up on ya bitchin ask ya what the pussy hit'n like
sorta like magical how i disappear when i dip in the bathroom but i be back soon fucking with theme racoons like Jackie Bruson on his Honey Moon. Wad
, a person getting murdered or killed. Nothing new to me. Kids reaching for guns before they reach puberty. But whether its me shooting you....or you shooting me. Its
I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg deep into da mound aint nuttin but killas up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet with slicin bodyparts in da park moon
Is So Amazing, It Feels Like Its Real, And I Need Ta, Know If Its Mutual Feelings Inside, I Feel So Happy And High, I Can Reach Up To The Sky, I Aint
disease, decapitation and slaughter pave the way for me, the keeper of the keys to the seven golden gates the flames of hell preserved me for my life
with angry eyes Appeared at each new moon My own ghost be gain whispering Trees died if I tried to climb them The decision was made for me To begin interpreting
reach the firwoods rising gates But savoring came the jaws of night swallowing all but moon and stars Storm, it groped till raging blow Impaling bare-clothed like
on zip disk Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip You never experienced work like
to believe She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like
gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or
new bodies to inhabit And new lies to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood breathing And its
