remain. So why can't I understand? I could weigh your remarks, I could try to balance out all the miles between us now. Branded by your gentle fire
zipper I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire
my zipper I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire
out To slip it and stamp it with y'all here Roll with the dick and straight haul up Feeling him, hit him up back on, spirit feel So serving that seize fire
box And just to be safe, I insured 'em I took out a policy against fire and theft And then I hurried on home With a fifty-cent lighter, I sat on my back
because I wanna be with you If you were beside me I'd playfully kiss you Each time I see ya, the feeling gets stronger You sit a bit closer, we stare
[Verse 1:] In my hands I hold the key to who I wanna be Solutions to my problems are just sitting right in front of me I crush them up with a little bit
back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14] Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting
with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit it's smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Mad problems take all
they make weather like Katrina they a fool shawty red she a ruff rider she get on back on back of that motorbike and all you see is back on that motorbike
whole box And just to be safe I insured 'em I took out a policy against fire and theft And then I hurried home With a thirty-cent lighter I sat on my back
Verse 1. In my hands I hold the key to who I wanna be Solutions to my problems are just sitting right in front of me I crush them up with a little bit
t write back Left his whole life on the nightstand Open up his wounds and let em bleed onto the white sand And you can label him another problem typecast
I?m reminiscing like JOE, staring at faded pictures Through Satan?s tempting and death Back resurrected as the greatest victor Throughout my travels
just want someone to die for You've got, you've got as anyone What has anyone got with this distance? Our distance surrounded you Did doubt fill up your shoes with problems
a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire
mayor is kissing babies, he?s almost way too kind we?re filled to the brim with honest men, they?re just way too hard to find so stare into his Public
with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Mad problems...Take all
