're fucking after us, my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue me
They're fucking after us, my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue
the rescue My track record on track like {?} tune Hip-Hop, I need her back on the beat That's why I'm blood, even my underwear brief That's, me, I'm,
Oh no" you bitch ass homo I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass
run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers
Yeah, I was looking out my window now When I heard this sounds, looked up into the sky Saw the moon turn to blood, looked at my little brother Said, "
tears, thought appears, that was down me for the last few years. Playa haten a brother but worse I heard it with my own ears. Dear God, can you rescue
day why I seem to always have joy. Well I'd like to take time to set the record straight. All the joy I've ever known has disappeared... (Brother
, my mouth in "O." I shouted saying, "Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!" They just faded there, my voice was gone. Who will rescue
air Like it's never even been there My joy left me y'all [Chorus] God's rain water flow through the same gutter That we, walk today gotta stay brave brother
OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers
[Intro:] Yeah, I was looking out my window when I heard this sound look up into the sky saw the moon turned to blood looked at my little brother said
Grand As The Mail Fell Through The Slot The Sharp Edge He Got Oh, But I Like The Thought I Deserve To Be Tied In A Knot Broken Bones And Blood
