Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red
my name like Norman Walk in, look cool Flow like the ink pen, got Red Bull Feel like I'm in school, back to the basics Handcuffin' hip-hop, niggaz start
What do you see at night when you're under the stars Baby keep on running and you won't get far You like to travel with all those movie stars You like
of whiskey and tequila In some smoky red neck bar And she dreams some day She'll make her way to L.A and become a movie star Tony saw her working He
lick Reid!? Five star general and the six speed Still hood like thick cheese bitch please Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze Bullets that a trim trees Simply
limelight... so we got something built if we all die tonight. CHIBA- She pissed champagne and shit caviar. Don't the watch the stars, the stars ain't
[Music: Aydan, Jarpen / Lyrics: Aydan] [DAWN: Fragments of star] It's simply too hard To blow out all these fragments of star The dawn never shines
your fingers, but still you can't let it go I'm lost and found in some low end of luxury (I'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's
little foolish, easy to deceive But I've grown wiser with age And I have learned Not all that glitters is gold So at the risk of sounding somewhat bold Those red
and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections
was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red Her hair was half perm,
star Same reason I ain't always in the hood star I do my thing you know, I'm grafting like I always was It just ain't quite like it was simply 'cause
sworn to secrecy I never claimed I shot guys I just came in the game to get my name and rep Fox 5 I'm so close yet so far but so far No stars flow hard
make a good rock-star, I don't know Comics, comics, comics daddy! Maybe I could make a good rock-star, I don't know Comics, comics daddy! Maybe I could
So many hours I wasted my powers On murder and madness and deadly red rain Earth is a prison, this life is a curse This planet's rotation is simply the
Orange, red, yellow, white, blue, you call it Any colors you name I'll be hanging in my closet I must stack chips still I can't get off it So many colors
, a??I love youa?? in small letters. I simply had to read it twice. Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell of frost was in the air. Pole star