No you don't hold grudges against those who hold blood love You know his renegade escapades can all be traced where he comes from There were times he
You want me to be the last chick You'll ever have But I ain't like the last chick You ever had Smooth like butter Simple Real Soft Coming over nothing
[ALISSA:] All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces If I died on the screens Life tearing at the seams Way-yay-yay-yay-yay I don't ever wanna
Lord, I've been talkin' when I should have listened Listening when I should have spoke Lighting a match to old memories Sending them all up in smoke
If heaven watches over me Sowing seeds back in the soil With eyes that see, hands that feel Why am I the last to know? Sheltered lives spent partially
Peel away the morning sky Place it in a jar I'll collect it when I die Sliding from a star And down though the clouds Strip away the mystery Lash out
Yeah Yeah oh woh I never thought I would find anybody like you, yeah I never open my mind to anybody like you For ever thinking you and I seen at your
Konvict...Music...and you know we up front. I see you winding and grinding up on the floor, I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna
Shower me with brittle punches Rain them on me The time I spent was fruitless Futile it seems But as I reach so endlessly The straws are short Love seek
I gotta find out I don't see you around No more But sir, don't forget You'll stop your address You'll fall Through the floor Did you get our calls?
Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands The hand speaks, the hand of a government man Well I'm a tumbler born under punches, I'm so thin
I saw a black girl last night called Charmaine Champaign She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so, no not from Times Square But she went to Johnny Romero's
ALISSA: All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces If I died on the screens Life tearing at the seams Way-yay-yay-yay-yay I don?t ever wanna be
[Prelude:] I've had enough of these fake gangsters, Like they don't feel pain, never felt pain, Like they don't have any family, They havn't fallen in
Ladies and gentlemen... he headed out west, looking for the best... and he's here tonight, he says he's got a lot to get off his chest... here he is...
Well, either keep me entertained or keep out of my way I'm sitting here imagining you in a million different situations And I have the worst intentions
I'm not sure if it happened overnight But when I woke up the world didn't fit me right I keep trying to hold on It just feels like everything's wrong