And now you've come so far and climbed so high, and all it cost were the words we built ourselves up on. Another step. Just one more time. Why turn back
Translation: Killing The Dream. Picking Up The Pieces.
up (Would ya give it up) To get everything you want (I can feel the love) Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up (Would ya give it up) To get
side Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied But I'm numero uno, the one and only Bitch be all on me chewing my nuts like bologna Then picked
't get it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa
known Dear joan Dear joan Your face has a brightness that I've never seen In the years that I've known you Dear joan I pick up the pieces, but some
much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that's how you
left with only Polaroids So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in Who's gonna pick up the pieces then I had a dream about Helena where she was
to fade I'll knock you off your high horse Tonight we fucking burn your dream Like glass your heart will break Now who's left to pick up the pieces of
long gone baby Just like the old days Letting the world flow through me Just a parasite in the line I'm smoking, killing the time How long?s a piece
blood for the tears you switched from one to some higher gears all these dope games made u wanna scream you picked up all the pieces of this empty dream
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
up I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And
her three times, Invested years in her, shed tears for her But deep down inside when I looked in to her eyes I seen a Major fire that was ignited, My dreams
Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to
that failed you again It's hard to say just what I believe When all my dreams have turned out blind Picking up the pieces of me You've broken up and
