Why don't you beat it why don't you go away. You smelly butt why don't you go away. You're just a turd why don't you go away. Sit on it nerd why don't you go away.
I'm in a dream because everything seems. Like it's moving through some kind of fog. I try to explain but the words come out strange. And I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
Fresh - forever rhyming eternally saving hip hop. I spell it out for you fresh like when my shit drop. S-C-R-I-B-E, the S-C chilling at the beach playing on my PSP.
Come on now I'm waiting. No one is walking by my side. I believe that if I get off track. You've got something that can bring me back. I go to you now and in a way you're very different somehow.
This is for footsteps approaching the night. They keep themselves moving and do what is right. Now watch what you gather and hold in your hand. Numbers are many, misunderstand.
Moving around in the outer reaches. Hiding out with all the creatures there. The dirt is drifting down upon us. But my friends would never crack a frown.
Stare into the empty space here in front of us. Storms crowd your daydream scene what will you find. We're not alone when it's the two of us. Sleep comes to haunt the hours passed behind.
Talk to me now with your ruby blues. You wanna give me something give you something too. I've led an angel to the edge of the night. A long day's journey into black.
Dont laugh dont cry dont do anything at all. All of the feelings I once held inside. They have flown away from me.. Dont talk dont walk dont you run away and hide Just have another drink and.
You drive your fast car, all over the town. You got your offices up 50 floors from the ground. You hire your slaves to bid for you. You've got a couple of wives and a mistress or two.
There's nothing like the feeling at the boarding gate. Not sure I'll ever get used to that one. Now I see her, now she's gone. Then I turn and go away.
You never seem to get it right the first time. Oh yeah but you gotta get it right before you due All around the world of. . institutions and new religions..
I have fun with poop everyday. It's the greatest man made clay. Sometimes I eat it, sometimes I feed it to my sister. . Somebody took my poop away. I gonna find them and make them pay.
Well I once knew a man, named Fat Arnie B., he rolled into. town and took a. bite out of me, he pulled up to the window, ordered burgers. galore, but when.
Written by Nick Scotti and Rick Bottari. My friend, if I could. I'd show you the way. Pave for you a better road. Toward a brighter day. We don't know our destiny.
What's your name? What's your name?. What's your name? What's your name?. . Fame, makes a man take things over. Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow.
Fractured arms from pulling you up. Your life weighs a ton. Have you had enough?. What is it you want?. You decide. And I'll leave you alone. But not on your own.
It's a combination of the way you love me. and the simple things you say. that always take my breath away.. Are you a girl or goddess. you might stand humble or i can set you free.
I got shame that lives in my mirror, and doubt that rests in my bed. Ghosts hiding in the hallway, that I haven't let go of yet. My mistakes sit in my top drawer, not safe under lock and key.