ruin there in your eyes Under the cold streetlights No tomorrow, no dead end Long road to ruin there in your eyes Under the cold streetlights No tomorrow, no dead end
Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Hey what's that sound don't turn around To your back I got the grey ground
masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you earth pieces start shakin' your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back
turns I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
struggle I know Take me wherever you go Bring me back again and don't let me fall; I'm not waiting for the end of it all The turning of the tide
the end of this week I'll leave with what I came with baby I'll take the dogs, you keep the mercedes Cause I'm gone, I'm not fazed I walk these roads
bad blood and busted radio You said I was all you'd ever need But love is blind and little did I know That you were just another dead-end road Paved
right where I should be But I go back there from time to time Lookin' for that peace of mind And find it's always just a dead-end road Yeah, that was
, scared or dead and cold But I heard there is a light and drawing me to reach an end And when I reach there, I'll turn back and you and I can begin
were a cowboy And I ain't no radio clown Tryin' to paint a picture But blue turns into red Some people have gone missing Some people end up dead Chasin
Toad Found dead on the road In his natural state. His natural state Some of our friends Met quite sticky ends On restaurant plates. Daffy Duck met the end
He said, "I'm sorry for a sad farewell." My heart is weak; it sways between the cynical and proud. I have to turn my back on you and all of this. This
roads You've known far too long Turning around's not an option in front of you You're too far gone And all the signs are warning him A dead end street
Take your face off cousin, I'm a surgery fiend The type of cat that would rather just be heard then be seen Hold a gat, at the end of it its a burgundy
neared the end I find you here again Seems like we've hit another dead end Try and try again When will this ever end I pull away but i always fling right back
long in the past, we both knew it would end this fast. Left myself open for your attack. All that's left for me to do is turn my back. My suffering.
a future, but not today Dead end youth Is here to stay, society doesn't care about me anyway Dead end youth Got nowhere to go, heading down the wrong road Dead end
compromises, Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to the