Walking along the high tide line Watching the pacific from the sidelines Wonder what it means to live together? Looking for more than just guidelines
you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber band
the higher me the self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I'm drawing from both sides, I'm Siamese the tug of war opens the door, entrada rip me apart and
a little high for you, isn't it?) Bleedin' all over Get me a witness to record my disgrace How I've been dishonored, deceived and debased Then someone get me a band
[Chorus: Royce] (Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart for sixty bars, the city is ours We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track I'm (Nickel
end It's just a state of mind And you are looking at the ground But it's not raining, look at the sky But it's hard when you're not looking very high
doesn't matter where we are We'll be alright, even if we're miles apart Even if we're miles apart Even if we're miles and miles and miles apart All,
begins Keep on tearin' your world apart Look at the size of your soul Hang that ol' hangin' judge The highest tree, it ain't enough Keep on tearin' your soul apart
And the girl on my shoulder Told me everything's gonna be all right And everything was gonna be all right Yeah, maybe we were in high school But you
things you never did Dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me The dance band
takes to remain in a game that gets played by the cheaters and fakes you think there's a place to get spit in the face go follow your heart 'til it tears you apart
a rock 'n roll band It's a farmer cuttin' hay It's a big flag flyin' in a summer wind Over a fallen hero's grave It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen
I got high blood pressure And a heart complication I think I?m dying In a Rock?n?Roll band Oh I?m really dying In a Rock?n?Roll band
that ever Friday the whole high school would go, let's go over to the school's gymnasium to bask in the rocknroll there were mullets, heshers, skaters, jocks new wave band
they robbed from the poor and gave to the rich and thought they were very smart they were called ronny and his merry band and that they were indeed the lived high
He was a lonely boy in a broken land Where people were living and dying in the name of a higher man And then one day into his hand the power of rock and
always on their terms. We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher. Intelligence seems so easily dismissed
me chips, just to spray the clip And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002 We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools In abandoned apartments
