Well, isn't life so beautiful? And everything so tangible? Then everything I love Just falls around me Then I feel so miserable And everything's predictable
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Well isn't life so beautiful? And everything so tangible? Then everything i love just falls around me Then i feel so miserable, and everything's predictable
spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate
'all kept the crowd goin' now Move over bacon, time for som'in meatier Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought That you could come out
a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even have to move, he missed by like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement
heaven Fix your eyes upon the bars Memorize their other side Like the tatoos on your arms The brag so loud and tough that night But now the truth comes out
You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips And who you wit'? all out Ghetto crucifix, we o.t. movin' bricks What, what, what all out, all out All out, all out, all out
Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved I'm makin' moves, not fakin' moves So don't you never come around here talkin' that talk Or walkin' that walk
right hand, grenade and this leather bomber I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny Coughin' out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me
the party out?) Yo we can turn this party out (Yeah, without a doubt) Yo, I can do it (Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?) Ain't nuttin' to
temple like Phantasm Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness Death is upon us We slam
Here I stand baby, holding out my hand You need love, real love. Ain?t no better man. I tride to work it out, but anything I could do. My words are falling
from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/ ] [Ghostface Killah] On the side of the projects, gray skully Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the belt Prestigious moves
like a jigsaw People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free Brothers try to jerk me to the side
if I stay I'll go crazy I'm gonna make it God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet They never fake it just slam it Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
just, nutted Pulled up my pants and zipped up She's on the floor with her mouth flooded Came back out with the iron *gun shot* The next motherfucker to move
applauds. MAX watches discreetly, evidently moved; HE opens a bottle of champagne. JOE waits to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. HE's reaching out
