't thrown shots he was my nigga, im just makin a statement, AND THE MY OTHER COMPOTION IS SOME CLWONS I BID THEM BY i can walk while they racing, and
mistakes Stayin' home a good girlfriend gimmie a break I'd be home alone callin' you catchin' the shakes Every minute till you call back adrealine raced
live a life enjoyable? When he faked the feelings of no use After all take the abuse and shame recall the promenade How could he ever be in the right frame
You feel like a candle in a hurricane Just like a picture with a broken frame Alone and helpless, like you've lost your fight But you'll be alright, you
What I need to mow my lawn You're my steed I ride 'til dawn And the main vein bleeds til' my strength is gone I'm in the saddle, I'm in the race I try
his own When the hands reads 7:30 And your night begins to sink In the short but faster fall In the anxious but calm retort To mirror that frames your
I shut my eyes and it all comes racing in Every time it rains, i can feel you on my skin a storm of chance, when fate was hard to find seven days that
I've played the song, now it drives me crazy I've run a race, now I'm too damn lazy This is love of ours is so sad it makes me laugh today Seems a little
life through no picture frame, yeah These are the good ole days that we been livin No more lookin' back all is forgiven Ain't gonna live my life through no picture frame
't know where to go Solder my heart Back into my frame Could you color it red? Could you feed it the flame? And I don't know why I tried to race the
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul The race for complication, communicate reaction The
Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him bind him nail him crucify Raised boy the virgin is pure and good father to the race Sinful in sodom with
eyes? On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene but yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home Every A-frame
space (hell no) Some man say dem a dads but dem juss lose de race (laugh) Laugh afta dem cause a time dem a waste Dem disqualify me fling dem outa de race
, yeah, yeah, yeah Poppi had a wife And she was black and Poppi was white (Shout it out) Everything was rollin' great (Shout it out) 'Til some man called her race
smoke cigarettes, so why you're lookin for base? You might plant a gun, and hope I run a race Eatin' in the mess hall, sayin' my grace You tried to frame
ha ha ha) I'm goin', I'm goin' from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha) I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months old class act I was racing
