you should sleep at night The blood will boil then solidify You better see this, you won't believe it You can't avoid the way they perceive you to be
alone whom you can trust in this whole city I am your only friend I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you I who look upon you without fear How can
me, into a monster, I can't believe they burned me, I showed them love they showed me hate, they burned me, now I'm heartless, your pain don't concern
trust In the tour bus headed for the white house lawn I can only be the scapegoat for so long You can clear bongs while I clear channels Live show is
of it (yes indeed yes indeed) Check it out.. (Verse 1) Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa If I don't know ya dont trust ya If I don't trust
't even call him Dad. He made her live her life in pain, Took her trust, made her insane. Where were You when he broke her down? Did You even hear a sound
gets better I know, tell you, I know Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said, ?I can't breeze through? The fourty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you Me
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
number, You couldn't pay me enough, you couldn't pay me enough. Couldn't pay me enough. You couldn't pay me enough. You couldn't pay me enough. You
who you can trust in this whole city I am your only friend I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you I who look upon you without fear How can
air in the Benzy [Chorus: Demoz] I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me They said it was gonna get greater later But now I can't help to think that it ain't But
alive rituals that prove their worth search for systems we can trust rhythms we can lock into this is madness salvage teams can't bandage hope when
be like, "Ow, why haven't we left yet" Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain management troupe The man is like BOOOP You can't touch the Krush Groove I live
I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus