, comin' back for more (Ohh ohh ohh ohh) To even the score Sinister rouge, comin' back for more (Ohh ohh ohh ohh) To even the score Child molesters and
The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside The priest was kind and gentle
I breathe Siphon your blood to me Feel my wounds of your god Forever rape mortality I smell of death I reek of hate I will live forever Lost child,
's gonna get in you, child of the night And the hood rolls on How do I begin to do this shit right? And get my hustle on It's gonna get in you, child
hard to make sure everything goes right And you find you've only wound up with a mess It's a common situation Even though you feel abandoned and alone Child
, I promise you gonna love it Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning I roll over and ask if... [Chorus: Drake] [J. Cole:] Hey, hey, God Bless the child
[mad child] Star struck, awkward glances, rock phenomenally Armed with honesty, doven wove in tapestry Of obscenity, eliminate the enemy Watch closely
it Just remember we don't force it We don't forfeit Aw naw we don't forfeit Don't forget Yeah this gold I spit, I told 'em we rollin with swollen shit [Mad Child
call Los Angeles Every day is like a blank canvas Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it Handpicked to live this life we take for granted Like a child
d rather blast it You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when you left wounded
the whole damn world I pray to the heaven to try to save her soul 'Cause that sweet little angel is not the girl I know She gets wound up She gets
is cracking BOOM! A broken bone is piercing my brain And oh, I just hammered it in... Ahhhhh Ahh I hurt myself God I hurt myself Stop me Pain, pain Stop me [Monoxide Child
long acho My shit is jammed For you planned Body's wounded badly Move quickly before they bag me Being chased down this dark alley I'm a wounded
they were warm Travelling the road of no return, so long I've seen what was war, so long The ruins and the scars, so long The mansions of mud, the wounds
about mine You said when you lost her you lost everything It all started having a familiar ring So I asked you to take me, some place quiet We wound
[Beth Melillo Speaks] Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound
a smile, she can wound with her eyes She can ruin your faith with her casual lies And she only reveals what she wants you to see She hides like a child
whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred It