yeahay selecta bring that back
talk about my bro better watch that tonguethis my bro are you mad are you dumb?rip shot rip snap hole in the lungone shot what’s that hole in one?

playtime doneits like i’m ace cuz he don’t want noneand when i spit my bars its bare funny facescome like zeus car man i get bung when i run up on sets they runtunes sound big like punarrive on the scene got weed in my lungs got a bar so you might get stungheavy weight light haze yeah man i weigh over a ton sometimes to bury mcs is longmight cremate them yeah call me the sunnothing aint funkill a mc now my next mans gotta go far or your sonlot then i set like everything done
no more talking argument done

talk about my bro better watch that tonguethis my bro are you mad are you dumb?rip shot rip snap hole in the lungone shot what’s that hole in one?

i just stepped out the elevatorwax called x for the remix so i gotta bury this like every other featureevery time i touch michael’s messmcs corpse all over the setbars in my headshout in my mind i don’t tweet got everyones brave online yeahyou know s got the powerstep in the set man bully like bowserthey don’t wanna rally x so i send man to meet the martians that built the towerdon’t come around me acting showerroad house kick leave a patch in the jawsweetest kick but the taste is soureverything's spun everything devour

talk about my bro better watch that tonguethis my bro are you mad are you dumb?rip shot rip snap hole in the lungone shot what’s that hole in one?

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone