You can't sleep, you're cold You're numb, you're wasted, you feel beat You get burned, you hurt like hell, you'll never learn You'll just do what you
fall You can't sleep, you're cold You're numb you're wasted, you feel beat You get burned You hurt like hell you'll never learn You'll just do what
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You tripped you took a long hard fall You can't sleep, you're cold You're numb you're wasted, you feel beat You get burned You hurt like hell you'll
too long, too long It's my declaration to anyone who's listening You're my inspiration as I stand alone against the world 'Cause you love and you bleed and you
to break apart If you weren't involved before it's never too late to start You probably think that it's too far to even have to care Well, take a look
the legends of the falls Spill it, I own you all, yeah One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It
Troyer You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me See he's in a whole nother weight class He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets You're full of it; you
Today, nobody cares But tomorrow they will, they will Today, nobody cares But, oh, tomorrow they will, they will They said my future was dark, you see
up/ All my thugs, I salute you, stay true/ An all my love, I send to you/ This one here's for you, and you/ We still love you so you know it's all good
you're cracking up from having lack of shacking up! IF YOU'RE CRACKING UP FROM HAVING LACK OF SHACKING UP! If you're cracking up... IF YOU'RE CRACKING
nobody cares But tomorrow, they will, they will Today, nobody cares But oh tomorrow, they will, they will [Chorus] They said my future was dark, see
know what these jeans are doing to ya Yes you, like how we move but Just be careful, we don't start clowning you Yes I, might give you a chance if your
, woah (That side of your bed is still mine) I never been a fan of long goodbye's, I'm at the finishing line And you're just way too far behind in the
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
time arranges a rhyme Rhymers (?) like Aarons rod You can care less about what i'm saying So i'll pray for you when i start praying I'm a sinner, you're
burnin' in my bong now You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves Move it out just move it