is dying Kids are crying The plans we've made Just rot away Your angel wings Will shine on me Like the blood on the strings My heart just falls in seems You fall
Earth is dying Kids are crying The plans we've made Just rot away Your angel wings Will shine on me Like the blood on the strings My heart just falls in seems You fall
see, maybe then make my mind. So speak but close your eyes, and feel the blood rush. Lay so still or scream until this dance has slowed down to a heartbeat, and sweat falls
the lights up bright, baby In the Bay Hotel Next wave coming in Like an ocean roar Won't you take my hand darling On that old dance floor? We can twist
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever with the devil on a cold
the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse
in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dance floor
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell
Yeah, see how we blowin' pa The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You
m drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow I'll throw one back and leave blood on
she changed to a form fitting black satin dress Every man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rare Even the women remarked of the charm she possessed Dancin
, got cheddar to floss Guns under my bed, mask and a flashlight Living my life like everyday's my last night Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood Foreign cars, models and stars
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on
see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on, and on and
