Than the simple act Just a boy goin' up, up, up Just a boy goin' up, in flames, in the smoke Just another life, just another breath And who'll remember
in both of us we push and shove, betray the trust, don't let this make a fool of us i'm tired hungry broke and just wish I could come back home Forever
[La the Darkman] Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody
Mornings alone When you come home I breathe a little faster Every time we're together It never be the same if you're not here How can you stay away, away
door I'm awake, but this is not my home For the first time, I'm not alone Reaching out, I touch another's skin Breathing out, as he's breathing in Deep
Remain the same chick u fell in love with I'll keep it tight, I'll keep my figure right I'll keep my hair fixed, keep rocking the hottest outfits When u come home
and she spend it on us rappers Fuckin all in yo' house, bustin all on yo' sheets When I come to yo' town, I be doggin yo' freak Then you come back home
we are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions coming home
the ocean never comes And since the operation, I heard you're breathing just for one Now everything's imaginary, 'specially what you love You left another
you, please but your flattery Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are poor You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me I am a waste of breath
young gentlemen i've hardly changed my bed sheets at all over the last 12 months cos i haven't slept in them, true! im coming home, the lights are on,
Oh, baby, tell the motherfuckers When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me One thing I found, one thing I found Oh, no you'll never let me down
thang Cock that back You don't wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another
breathing. Hook: What's fear? fear is an emotion. love is an addiction. death is when the soul leaves the body, when the spirit leaves the shell make home
wrong but if you want me you know i'll come through often you walkin in highheels and stalkings see dollar signs in your eyes when your talkin but i know there's another
hope you come last You're on a bridge to nowhere And you're gettin' there fast Pressure builds till it breaks the dome You can build a house, you can't build a home
is the flow, so my styling is employed I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale