you look into my eyes And everytime you kiss my lips good night The honesty's too much It's in the way we touch It gets me everytime Anytime you
m your Father" I only got one dad "is that a fact to you?" "He left you when you was young, I brought him back to you" "You're real close to heaven, few
An age old song 'bout the home of the brave And this land here of the free One time, one night in America One time, one night in America One time, one
you passed it, I started to get to know you then the bitch teacher changes my place, Now sitting far away, I couldn't look away, One morning, you came
time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up A microphone overdose, too much
be a homicide without an alibi No lie, I can't wait 'til I die Niggas still think Heaven's up in the sky And voices in my head call my name at night
for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up A microphone overdose, too much
voices in my head, tellin me to waste ya Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya Everybody lookin for a bible to touch We shall overcome is a bit too
you far too much I spent so many years just trying to fit in Now I've found a place in this circle of friends In a circle of friends we have one Father
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
But I think I'll go to Heaven And I'll be the only one A simple man in a complex world That's what I've heard them say But I hear little voices And
this time, I mean it's my magazine isn't it? So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell and I heard those voices having so much fun. Gee it would
I'm the voice of theory My advice? keep rappin you ain't no where near me Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly And look straight to the heavens
empty [The voice of the dark souls:] "Mighty lucifer - thou art the light that leads to darkness AS much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise... As much
cancer, you get that voice box thing Know what I'm talking about? Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box Get a voice box,
muthafuckas die The faces of death Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next? Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword Or speak about it too much, you
what I'll do I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise, too That I was ever a decent man, not a one of you would think But, I was some four
losing your singing voice permanently would be one in a million! Robbie Ray: Oh boy... Miley: One in a million?! What if I'm that one! Robbie Ray: Doc