I- YOU WANT- YOU WANT TO SEE HOSTILE. I- YOU WALK- YOU WALK WHERE I WALK. I- YOU LIVE- YOU LIVE WHERE I LIVE. I- YOU SEE- YOU SEE WHAT I SEE CLEARLY. .
An orphan of the storm. She moved to Houston. To live below that copper colored sky. Louisiana girl. Born into losing. The skyline of the city made her cry.
Oh Maria. Hey Maria with your kind eyes,. laugh through the day time. Night comes, she cries.. I am just a rider on this rough road,. driving some smoke up from old Mexico..
These last few weeks there's been lots of talk about the past. About the true loves we've all lost and the ones we never had. Vicariously reliving the pain of saying goodbye to you.
Oh my God what have I done. I let go. Had some fun I've done things I shouldn't have done. My god what have I done?. This is gonna get to my head this has gotta.
How long will our love last? I'm very glad you asked, cause if the world don't end, and the sun don't blot out from the sky, and we don't get drive-by shot, and if we kiss each other a lot, our love will last forever and ever..
Day 1 started out badly. Day 2 left me perplexed. I would have stopped at Day 3 gladly. but Day 4 came next. . and as the days turn into weeks. and as the weeks turn into months.
I heard you I heard you. I hope you hear me. I want to believe you but I can't agree. I won't believe what I can't see. you can't fool me. One big lie.
You didn't make my crucifixion. I know you had a lot on your plate. but from what I read and what everyone said. I handled it just great. I'm even kind of disappointed.
*Mr. Shadow talking*. Aha ha ha Yea!! Wassup?!. It's Mr. Shadow back up in here!. For the '99!. Beyond Entertainment style. Vicious Man Funk style. Bold Headed Individual style haha.
What's up Vicious. We're just back up here in the studio dumping tracks. Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracks. We gotta kick a track to tell these motherfuckers.
"ojal tuviese la habilidad o el talento" -mRoca. . ojal tuviese la habilidad o el talento de escribir,. todo lo que pienso. . ojal tuviese la habilidad o el talento de poder borrar,.
When he moves I watch him from behind. He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes. Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips. And when he drives I love to watch his hand.
Verse:. . Girl we ain't been the same since we engaged in that sexual confrontation, it's getting crazy. I must admit when we did what we did you exceeded my expectation I want say this vaguely.
We break up, we make up and fuck all day,. I tell her if she ain't down get the fuck up out my way. Imma give you one more chance, I ain't got no time to waste,.
(Jian). There's a guy down at Queen & Bay (Hey Organ Grinder!). Almost see him there every day (Hey Organ Grinder!). And there's so much he can say (Hey Organ Grinder!).
I started out a little tightly wound. Like a rocket shot up out of frozen ground. Dirt in my nails, a forest in my head. Seems like every message I got said.
originally performed by Elvis Costello. Don't start me talking. I could talk all night. My mind goes sleepwalking. While I'm putting the world to right.