[Verse 1]. . Don't believe them people. I have done no wrong. So, will you kindly help me. Help me to sing my song. These bad-minded people. Would like to see me down.
Future star, red guitar. You're gonna go far if you find a right producer. The world's your toy, super boy. The girls all faint and you start a new religion.
future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far. if you can find the right producer. the world's your toy, super boy. the girls all faint. and you start a new religion.
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi]. . Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out. It's hard to yell when the blunt stays in your mouth. Blow mad reefer, call me Caesar.
Excuse me, please, I wipe a tear. Away from an eye that sees there's nothing left to trust. Finding that their minds are gray. And there's no sorrow in the world that's left to trust.
"Such an awkward afternoon", you say:. "All necessities, they fade". After all we're on the move again. And we're come to taste the light. . All we do and all we say, touched by light.
Not one thing can seem to brake it. This emptiness I'm in, so deep. Find a key to open stairways. To long forgotten dreams. Straight to where I gaze. .
Haunting the black with our echoes. Waiting to show the unseen. Our world is dying, so sooner or later. Answers must come from the sky. . Sending out lies to the darkness.
I walked a road I never walked before. Like dancing down a straight road down the spiral. Walk the rope. Faithless and tired by blind denial. . I use to wire pride on to my name.
And then the curtain falls, ending hope and glory. Through a gloomy star loneliness invades. When the heart is frozen and you're to fall apart. Life will find it's way.
She wrote me a letter. From the green fields it came. She wrote me a letter. Trying to explain. . Now living came easy. In velvet valleys of sun. She wrote me a letter.
[Verse 1:]. It Been A While Since We Talked. (It's Been A While). We Got Some Catchin Up 2 Do. (So Let's Talk A While). Take Off Ya Coat And Show Me. (You Gone Stay A While).
City it leaves without traces. Blind sparrows carry me. Resting my head on a rainbow. High in a tree. . Laughing at me. Crying at me. Seeing through me.
The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups. He spends his time,. Looking through other people's lives,. The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups.
Trip in the head. . I can't stand this hate inside of me. Can't get a grip, get a grip on reality. When this ain't the pain I'm used to. Just can't run away like I used to.
Hollis Brown. He lived on the outside of town. Hollis Brown. He lived on the outside of town. With his wife and five children. And his cabin broken down.
I wake up late for school and I run like hell to try and catch the bus. Never thought about it but those days meant more than I thought they would. Hanging out late with my friends, having fun like punks will do.
Talkin' about the good times. Talkin' about the good. Talkin' about the good times. Talkin' about the good times. . She had sun in her face. Her lips kiss the sun.
You've got no self-esteem. You think you're so mistreated. You can't stand your face, you cannot. Cannot believe that you cannot control your fate. . This isn't what you wanted.
Here I go. . Little bitch boys thinkin' nothin' is gonna happen. I hear you talking shit but I can't stop laughin'. A little psycho, ego trippin'. That's on your chin when you got caught slippin'.