Beneath the surface, I crawl to hide away from feeling that same feeling. never admitting to the reasons, and the last one - I shall forget. I bare
got no future, just a love to endure This gives some matter to shaking her hide Too late to leave him are the songs in her car, dee-dee-da For that daughter
camera phones My heart would pump to let you know That you could take this song, if it's any good at all Hide it somewhere when your new love calls And
all three knives Sing light for empty suite Lovely butterflies Have you ever Only eaten what's alive Gut the thing for meat Skin cooker for the hide
I will never bother you I will never promise too I will never follow you I will never bother you Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good
of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks Sound the horns, prepare for
to make love to me Like you don't love me then Don't have to be gentle tonight Just be an animal tonight You need to make love to me Like you don't love
big ol' Lac, a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw
crawl to run, we want all or none Being fatherless bothered us, everybody who called me son Block scholastic, sunny chips from the rock jurassic For heavy glory, monk territory for
ready to attack her Giving the sexy look like Dracula A little bit of soft music playin' And Don Perrier, it was on, know what I'm sayin'? Every thing was lovely
in for a treat I dinged on the dong and here comes the butler A big guppy, tall ass lurch lookin' motherfucker I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin' for
take a shot she loves me, she loves me not. (x2) Tonight we standin on the couch, we here standin on the couch. Now we playing hide and go get it
to kick it with bianca's and tear the club down If these hataz trippin' cause their women love clowns At the back of the club stickin' she making love
for their Empasis of revealing and bringing forth the feeling I'm realing, poetic I say, a great proportion, I hold my little nuances correct for this
sound, dead black scream Vomiting this cold mass of hate I'm gonna push my love Thru her skull I have heard abortion Stories from the leather nun Holding hands with dead girls Hiding
to hide it she's a mystery girl Who's the one that wants to kick it on the floor and try to treat it like a scattered rug I'm talkin' 'bout love (who
replace I will run and hide till memories fade away And I will leave behind a love so strong And I will leave behind a love so strong I will run and hide
