I'll give you hell The passion of words and the fate of your actions and You're falling, you're falling You're bringing me down Your words and your actions
heaven I'll give you hell The passion of words and the fate of your actions and You're falling, you're falling You're bringing me down Your words and
the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray-we're strong but far too little Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But i don't hear words cos
to kill me. I can't be held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame. serious trouble will pass
"In Those Passage Ways He Passed His Days But Believed His Passive Ways Must End Knowing His Time Like All Others Will Run Out He Takes The Role Of The
passes by feigns disgrace and dares to try Offering a word gets blank surprise Offering herself he complies He lifts her up she withers in his hands No words
And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
second flash visual Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split rediculous Fathom the splicing of first generation Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!) I paste the game to zero hour
So few words So few words We are movin' 'round to the hour, force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levelin' vibes, unravellin
bitch! [Photographer] Why you bothering, Sal? This one's all wrapped up. I hear it's a new city record. From killing to confession in an hour for that
in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But I don't hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental Keep
Then love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray Red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But I don't hear words cos
the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But I don't hear her words 'cause
d rather embarrass me But I need a volunteer, do I have any? The NASA contractor with a satchel of answers I passed up the Nobel Peace Prize for my passion
So few words So few words We are movin round to the hour Force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levellin vibes unravellin scribes
