I got a letter from your lawyer And you got one from mine They say It's gonna be final Once we sign that dotted line We'll I guess we'll get our freedom
Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade In an open car or wherever you are Push yourself too
(feat. Casual, Del, Tajai, A-Plus, Interludes: Extra P) Whooh! Yeah It's the ones you know about The famous, magnificent Hieroglyphics, mega Always on
Sorry bout the things that I had to say, and I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade. In an open car or wherever you are, push yourself too
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: Sorry Bout The Things That I Had To Say - And I'll Make It Up To You Right Now At The Penny Arcade. In An Open Car Or Wherever You Are - Push Yourself
: Sorry bout the things that I had to say, and I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade. In an open car or wherever you are, push yourself
: [Verse 1: Promoe] Whether outdoors or indoors, the crowd will in-doors My show, and end yours, that's natural laws I get crazy applause, they Buju
(feat. Casual, Del, Tajai, A-Plus, Interludes: Extra P) Whooh! Yeah It's the ones you know about The famous, magnificent Hieroglyphics, mega Always
[Verse 1: Promoe] Whether outdoors or indoors, the crowd will in-doors My show, and end yours, that's natural laws I get crazy applause, they Buju like
So many days they have gone Some days they never end, I don't know I've been waiting in line But you won't let me in, to the show You don't know me
How does it feel now you're an astronaut standing tall? How does it feel now the world you see is gone? Is what you see like a kaleidoscope, a colour
You're like the sun A beautiful blinding light It burns all that I am I try to run I shouldn't be here but I'm A shadow disguised as a man I will wait
Face down in the dirt I've crawled a thousand miles on my own Weathered hands and wounded pride It's hard to find the words I've searched for all my
I wanna hate you I've got a dirty version of love and desire I wanna blame you This little birdie's burdened by your little lies I wanna touch you It