at this club, this place called Roy's I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys There were hands swingin', people singin' and others on
was time to hold our breath xxxAnd run and get committed We got lost in a sea of love and lust With a galaxy of trust xxxWe were soon committed To each other
like and expert Cover ya tracks And conceal that dirty shit Chorus: method man This is for the gun slingers Noise bringers This is for the crack slingers Bell
like and expert Cover ya tracks And conceal that dirty shit Chorus: Method Man This is for the gun slingers noise bringers this is for the crack slingers bell
Don't use my broken heart, to pick up other girls You know as well as I do, should I remind But yours is broken too so smile through your days And believe
Don't use my broken heart, to pick up other girls You know as well as I do Should I remind Yours is broken too So smile through your days And believe
parasite My moms separated from her spouse The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house That means gettin' off my ass, makin' immediate cash That broke
quite Christian To what extent would I go for ice wristes Chain necklaces and overzealous bitches Excuse my tone, yes I know the difference in a Woman for self and a jazze belle
a teenage party Jimmy took Marty to school the next day both of them were tardy Sittin' in the parking lot talking over things waitin' for the morning bell
strike us down All men who toil shall greet us the whole wide world around My brothers are all others forever hand in hand Where chimes the bell of
The belle of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature Ebony hair and eyes a deep blue-green The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to
I climb up, spending daylight Slide down, bankrupt on the other side Some sweet girl, playing my wife Runs off with a boy whose bike she'll ride Playground
that I be hittin', unlike any other sister I get into your system, man I make you listen I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio India, Gio, we know it's broke
fibrous head, translucent as a bell jar, would search with great staring eyes deep into the godless dark for a light, for a sign, for anything other
the wood, many bed no good Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn How to pick up an alexander graham bell, for she get
The other side of the room An empty bottle lies broken Purple faces are sure Of snow white sheets to soak in His clothes are spread around They smell
are drowning in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear Christ, you too are broken