Do you remember when we couldn't put it away? Do you remember when we couldn't put it away? Do you remember what the music meant? Do you remember what
When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye If you're true, the whole wide world will laugh with you When we see nothings wrong with you and me And time
I can feel it rip through my skin I flow freely in the wind I cry, I try with the bloodstain in my life all we are is all we are and who are you? I
Brooklyn, we go hard We on the look for the advantage, we work hard And if we seem to rough it up a bit We broke but we rich at heart Pull ourselves up
[Abilities] To everyone out there... [Eyedea] Speaking of out there SPEAKING of out there Where's he from? He's from some other planet, I heard
What do you do? I said what do you do? You ain't wearin' a tie, you ain't got a jacket You can't come in 'cos you're in the wrong bracket You can shove
With everything that goes on When I never thought it would get worse There always seems to be something more That pushes me away Pushing on Can't stop
If I don't know What I don't know It'll kill me It'll kill me What I can't see with ??? It frustrates me It frustrates me If for 10 years A lousy
Don't wanna talk about the government peace, It's just another virtue with a throwout piece. Congradulate yourselves while the people die.
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I take you walking out tonight I'm looking good for you What you see is what you get You won't need a clue Come on girl, give it all you've got Don't
It's about to go down Get out the way, get out the way Better move, it's about to go down Get out the way, get out the way You better move 50 feet, shawty
(Spencer-R. Brewster) Pickin' at a loose end, loose end pickin' at a loose end livin' in a pig pen, start a new trend Just like the real thing, real thing
Does it seem cold in here to you? Ah man What's there to do tonight? Anything? Give me another cigarette over here Is there anything left in that bottle
Trailer park trash, that's what I am You don't like my ways, I don't give a damn And I feel no need to change my stride When you ain't got nothing there
It is a hornet swarming around Your political correct world is incorrect, I've found An angry young man is what I became The day that you got full of
Mother, mother found me on her step Gracious mother held to to her breast Until the day I started pushing Too late to cry she turned away I started pushing
Basic instincts, social life Paradoxes side by side Don't submit to stupid rules Be yourself and not a fool Don't accept average habits Open your heart