not worried now, I'm not worried now We're coming up in the morning air We'll cross the bridge just when we get there I don't care what comes any trick
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Wayne (The Game)X3 Red Porsches Red portraits Red guns, if you dare Come near thhe fortress (We in the house!) Don't you dare come near the fortress
for mercy My verse be the Don King-in, come out swinging I'll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the floor's coming Who ain't feelin my joint, so what
up We drinking this straight out the bottle, whodi put them cups up I'm from the home of the Queen, that they call Anna I come to represent New Orleans
out! We run New York" I know you missin' all the fame But along with celebrity comes 'bout Seventy shots to your brain, nigga, you are lame Youse the fag model
The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north There's road blocks on the Meden bridge
Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab all proud and flawless for you "Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather slobbering around at
back there I'm never going back to the bad old world I was travelling with Laurel way up on the north coast She's got family living up here in a nearby
going back there I'm never going back the bad old world I was travelling with Laurel way up on the north coast She's got family living up here in a nearby
you so mad When all the while you feel so numb Too old to be clean far too young to be broken Like an army we come Cut back, left behind I watched
october night waiting for the moment to be swimming 'cross the freezing river holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water climbing up
sure if this is home We close early when the nights are slow Hit the shell garage, Thornton road Take a long drive up on the moors Park up in a place
The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat And words are just some
just talking And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything Something comes to kick you up
we kept to ourselves All the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves And I guess it's the modern way a?? the phone call that comes flying
and then you cried out - this is just the way it comes; that's Stupid Questions again . . . It's not the things that you fear that come to get you,
comes And you feel the ghost of your father waiting An unbearable stillness hangs over these days Humming with the promises broken The bewildered watch from behind misted-up
