Just to get things straight, here are all my thoughts: Everything is happening too fast right now. To call it men at war, The father, son, and unholy
this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win I have to
he gets And he doesn't, no he doesn't wanna be like them. And it's so hard for them to see each other now that it's all said and done You never know
I've been dreaming aloud If you need me I'll be right here for now When theres a problem Please ask Theres no point in conversations Being such
Turn them off shut them out if you have to. Stand proud Sing it loud if you want to. And all we can do is just hope that it turns out alright.
And I could go on and on Everybody loses touch I guess that's what happens When you smoke and you drink too much, oh yeah And I could go on and
doors And I'm curled up naked on the bathroom floor People laughing, people crying, People shouting for more Everybody wants something I can't afford To give and
So it seems to me, you get what you deserve. So it seems to be, we live and we learn. I wanna breathe, I wanna live my life like a musical. I wanna see A beginning and
your eyes and make them go away Can you make them go away? Living lies Devil's eyes, But too close to leave your paradise And your head starts to spin and
get my gun to prove how much I love you And if you cared you wouldn't be with him And if you cared you wouldn't be with him And if you cared I'm
Will somebody Come and rescue me Take me to the other side Of this town Where we all run free Someone come and rescue me Open up my eyes somebody
Hollywood I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and
mine Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues I'm broke here and I
eyes ho. And yeah I do numbers, except five-0. And I'll be with my zoe, we call him Brisco. And Youngin got the beat poppin like Crisco. And Weezy got
and jacking is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass down Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell And your partner riding which he'
80s' With free basin' and smokin' crack A lotta people learned not to joke with that Streets flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives gone
And let loose the whole clip And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit I mean you gotta be a nut, fool And you can't give a fuck