Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency
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: Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency
In pursuit for the ultimate high Need to breathe, need to sleep, need to clear my mind Reason, rush, reason is rush Reason, rush, reason is the rush
just have time for you Backs on the grass, heads in the clouds, we closed our eyes Enjoy the view And we don't wanna hear The real world passing by
asked Miss Colvendom in tears "Margaret tell me what on earth I've done To deserve losing my sweet beloved one? What could I have possibly done?" Many weeks passed
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
my lungs engage hashes Guns on my waist, pass this Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' And joining the niggas passin' You niggas was
punch of the drums, the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam Hey man, here I am Living the life with the world in my hands A rush from
't holdin' no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these Uh, pimp strollin' on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em, paper foldin' on 'em Snuck pass
s make tonight the first night of a love eternal Here in this place our passions move Move in slow motion, oh while the rest of the world In real time passes by, rushes
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas (In the air there's a feeling of Christmas) Children laughing, people passing
Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain Time starts to pass, before you know it you're frozen But
Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
