misses. Bloody kisses from poison lips leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids who have nothing left to lose and for those souls so old and sold out
my misses Bloody kisses from poison lips, leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids Who have nothing left to lose and for those souls old and sold out
The tell tale hints of acquiescence lighter eyes when she comes over its obvious they're lying she likes to smoke some drugs and screw and leave she
[Originally by Counting Crows] gotta rush away she said, I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling... doesn't make the rain fall
week from writing down our lives. here we are...watch us go. four shots fire out cold and hollow and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine. so i call out
end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you
in the mud with eyes still bruised and purple while my heartbeat fills the gaps between sporadic and failing gasps. i swear on my life that if i could take this knife out
m gonna make you famous. and i never got to know you and i never knew your name. yeah, life's not fair...but you know it has a strange way of working out
bed room now So you better turn the lights out The second change you figure out Every word that she'd never tell She doesn't stand a chance she screams out
Checks up on me throughout the day You stay on the phone Even if there's nothing to say Most guys that I know Like to go out at night But you leave
while Try and stay out of everybody's way It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here For the next four years in this town Hoping one of those senior boys
I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high standards and only cheat on my broad if I run out
man For me and my boys, man, me and the man The Niggas, man whassup? Oh, aight, check this out, E, check this out The other night I was out at this
producers Afrika Islam, the one and only DJ Aladdin (Aladdin, Aladdin) SLJ rock bottom and the man called Bull Al Peace out y'all made this record hit an y'all players Special shout out is goin' out
happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin
out Bird days stop the shine til we let em out It's more money now and we the flip the draw Hella choppers, clip pull nigga genue out G'd up, i took it
Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka" (Wish) Never praying at night Cause
