go Say goodbye to the wasted time Spent on other lives that are a part of mine It makes no sense, I wish I could stop I've tried before, the web has me caught
goodbye to the wasted time spent on other lives That are a part of mine I makes no sense - I wish I could stop I've tried before - The web has me caught
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through convulsions from dope shit I write Leavin' niggas stuck, I let spit Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught
Power we can work together But I guess they rather see wars and scars better Street veterans holding enemy Bandera And then we're caught up in the web
believe in Am I the last to know That you don't love me anymore? Oh, if you ever did Say it isn't so Am I caught up in a web That you are weaving
to find, But you never know which way I'll go Those flashing lights are warning me But ever-bidding voices see You're caught in a web of emptiness The
's got me caught up in a web And my hearts the prey Do you really wanna throw your heart Away, away, away? Everybody's hurt somebody before Everybody's been warned
a long way since the first mainframe And there's more going on than computer games We got inter-net, world wide web sites Which you might get caught
I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts? Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin dark off a warning
believe in Am I the last to know That you don't love me anymore? Oh, if you ever did say it isn't so Am I caught up in a web that you are weaving? Oh
low inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease bone collapsing red sky revealed, caught
believe in Am I the last to know That you don't love me anymore? Oh, if you ever did Say it isn't so Am I caught up in a web That you are weaving? Oh
fire, it's gonna burn you And here we are now, same situation You never listen, I never listen Now I am thinking of a way that I can make an escape It's got me caught up in a web
fifty feet when my performance starts I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts? Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
pace increasing rapidly, I shot out like a javelin after her screams, First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her, But the web
dope shit I write Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst As
