Jack names the planets after you Jack names the planets after you I wish you'd come back, every thing's ready for you You are welcome if you plan to
plant these seeds and make my home I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona Where all the green of life had turned to ash And I felt I was on
still Thinkin' he won't? God-damnit he will Mentally ill from Amityville I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin
Crouching down inside a deep ravine Those angry cries pass quickly by, he can't be seen So many ways spent hiding in so many undone plans Forgetting what
bring this side of my dream the ninna is a horror machine dolla fo dolla i balla fo all a my green nigga my name is Anego Montoya i got a evil plan for
Big boy Benz, 500-S series Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s 'Bout it to half smoke philly comin' out the ash tray I didn't even
Verse 1) Sitting on the couch with my head in my hands I need to think Think fast, need to set up a plan to get big Lick already said I?m the man I know
and I'm proud Be keepin' my Lord's warch and it's no When you think it's sin, wanna live by tha sword Gotta die ash, ash to dust They turnin' that passin
is a contradiction Of sorrow and desire I drag my heart across the ash To throw it on the fire Maybe there's a reason And could there be a plan Or are
and the black As it smolders to its grave Disappear with the fun and the fear Another chance to misbehave Organ tinkling organ Marriage planning children
I've got the prize, I've lost the plot I'm done Now that the fight is gone, we've lost the fun It started with fire, now we're just cinders Covered in ash
from Amityville Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't? God-damnit he will Mentally ill from Amityville I get lifted and spin till I'm half-twisted Feet planted
rise to success of hard cash The birth of annihilation The end of my patience I sing of the triumph of trash Trash is the product of greed Selfishness planted
next *ice age* occurs or at the source awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??" if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them out to plant
when I travel they love me when I get there, there's plenty gifts to unravel. I baffle the minds of workers at the laundry mat. They think my clothes been worn by a walking ganja plant
blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is still hanging in the air and there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine
You cease to smell the steel plant After you've lived there for a while Smoke is snow is ash are leaves that blow Through the air aloft All our houses
is a contradiction of sorrow and desire I drag my heart across the ash to throw it on the fire Maybe there's a reason and could there be a plan Or are
