death of me We've shot through all over our causes Days spin through my heart That sever the love Kill all the pain with shame I won't be lost without
of me We?ve shot through all over our causes Days spin through my heart That sever the love Kill all the pain with shame I won?t be lost without
death of me We?ve shot through all over our causes Days spin through my heart That sever the love Kill all the pain with shame I won?t be lost without
get there See you when you get there Lost and found in the mirror now Coming down, getting clearer now Coming 'round, getting nearer now Lost and found Lost
behind Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do doo doo In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a
Put on a scent with some attitude Put on a dress with some bite Make up your skin like your favorite star You're going out tonight When everyone's under
power 21st century schizoid man The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open We ain't got nothin' to lose, motherfucker, we rollin' Huh? Motherfucker, we rollin' With some light-skinned
it up, turn it up) Yeah, I already know (Turn it up, turn it up) It's probably better to go And you can leave if it's easier Lost and useless No more
man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer, common cold HIV, lost
love myself, love myself Taught my heart, ooh, to reduce it's given, oh Play it smart, ooh, and make sure that I'm listenin', oh With love lost, ooh
I got close to your skin while you were sleeping I taste the salt on your hands I reached out to touch you, the morning light disarms you Won't you let
something I know, wont make you happy Ooh, you're thirsting for something I know, wont make you happy Ooh, you did it all again, you broke another skin
your my lies your my truth, your my war your my truce, your my questions your my proof, your stress and your my masseuse, mama say mama say momma Dondas' son, lost
coin Then I met some ladies from Marin We took the highway to the one up the coast to catch some sun That left me with these blisters on my skin Don
When we put sattelites in space When boys wore skinny leather ties Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice When M&M was just a snack And Michael Jacksons skin
And I'll proceed to throw this cash All that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares Brown skin
Hello, how are you, not much at all Please forgive me If I don't know what to do It's an old fire, this familiar desire But my skin is painfully new Lost
