spit upon just for you to live eternally Yet you blaspheme me, you make moves without asking me Then you blame me for your troubles and calamities, you kidding me? Keep me first, keep me
be true? Tell me, can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete, I thought I was whole Why do I feel like I'm losing control
me, turned me, turned me Turned me, turned me out He turned me, turned me, turned me Turned me, turned me out He turned me, turned me, turned me Turned
? Tell me, can this be real How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete, I thought I was whole Why do I feel like I'm losing control?
Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind Sexual release buried deep inside Complete control of a prized possession To touch and fondle with no
after They drop down from the clouds Completely out man's control Some day it's gonna catch me The tornado is right behind It picks me up to overseas
him daily So he can't take control of me Take him out, take him out, cut him down Free me from this deadweight Slowing my discipline, discipline, I must learn To keep
Hectic, uh uh, it's getting hectic uh uh, it's getting out of control, out of control Out of control!!! Out of control!!! Who is rebel son? Who is rebel
time, she's riding on mine She says, "i love you long as you keep making me feel fine!" In her behind, vagina, or heated climax That I would sew, control
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
the real I know to kill I feel the envy But those that try to bind me right behind me wit my members ??? to see right here through the violence strap but keep
just a feeling No definition no name I looked at her she looked back at me Her face looked different than I pictured it And then there was me analyzing
but when the TV keeps playing I can see faces of people and the voices keep saying Starve your fear, feed your life Let me see you mother fuckers deal
're so goddamn wasted, you're pacin and racin And fuckin moving around without inhibition To give you control, to give you restriction You just keep makin a fuckin fool of yourself And you keep
be true? Tell me can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete, I thought I was whole Why do I feel like I'm losing control
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
yesterday Save me from, from going mental Save me from just spinning out Somedays are better than others Somedays you just can't figure out Somedays you can't explain My best friend and me
You know like . . . I tell you something. I hope it's not getting your kidney or anything like that. Aynsley: Oh look, keep, keep, just keep it high, just keep