fingers trying to get high Trying to get by Trying not to let one drip of salt fall out of my eye It's my fault voila they the fiends of the block
The lights are on inside of my head Back in the dark again The street light burns my skin till I shed My world is stolen I watch him leave without
Now I don't wanna lose you, But I'm tryin' do, what I gotta do, do. I know the style of my life might confuse you. And I don't blame you one bit. I
me) No need to wonder why (no reason to wonder why) Don't have to question (you ain't gotta question) So clear your worried mind [One Block Radius:]
