Jealousy has turned a man into a demon. Wounded from deep within. Love has turned to hate so murder fantasies. Beyond all reason can begin. . And so your heart it fills with rage.
When nothing's left for us to say. Substance leads me thought the day. All the green has turned to gray. Like shadows fall from those who died. . Black sunrise.
Behind The Mirror. . Entering a part of your mind. Where reality is lost and time stands still. Dreams and nightmares are one. Only hell knows if this is real.
This is a song. which is use to describe what i feel. about people like you. no sense for humanity, no idea about life. this premise has been proved. you used my trust to satisfy your brainless lust.
Gonna sit right down in my easy chair. Pull out a deck of cards, play some solitaire. Break out a bottle, wash me a glass. To keep me company 'til the feelings pass.
I told you I was doin' just fine. Didn't need nothin' in this life of mine. Was havin' a good time just bein' free. But you smiled that smile and just wouldn't listen.
Well, it's finally sinkin' in, you ain't comin' back. I'll get my old guitar down off the rack. And sing the blues about you, baby, sing the blues about you, baby.
Caught a ride in South Dakota. With two girls in a light blue Desoto. One's names was Jane. The other was plain. But they both had racing motors. . Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife.
While other lovers sing your praisesin phases deftly lyrical.. I'm a cat who's better at a scat songthat's satirical. In begging for your hand, sweet chick I hope you'll understand this lick..
I don't want you, but I'd hate to lose you. You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea. I forgive you, 'cause I can't forget you. You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I just found out the name of your best friend. You been talkin' about yourself again. And no one seems to share your views. Why doesn't everybody listen to you kid?.
Man it is what it is,. Can't understand a man if you ain't lived what he lived. Roaches in the crib, Ain't got no food up in the fridge. Plus the crime running' rampant and it's screwing up the kids.
Yo, ayo there's war on the street. Blood on the cobblestone. I leave them buried alive just like a fossil bone. Body bags line the streets, reporters reporting.
He spares no one, he was forgotten. But he was somewhere. So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah. So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah.
Rico'son the corner wearing a skirt made of cellophone.. Melina's in the alley washing the blood out of his shirt.. The Candyman and the Starman are taking sips from a shaman who's working under the webcam, all angles and long shots..
I got bills I gotta pay. So I'ma work work work every day. I got bills I gotta feed. So I'ma make sure everybody eats.