Tonight I saw your true face. Vindictive, a language of your reaction. And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in. It nearly went in vain while you took aim.
Lets go. . Early mornings make me angry. And routine takes away the very essence of the day. But when reflection shows a need for the latter then it matters.
I can not hang on to this bullshit forever. Can you. If you can that's up to you. . We are so foolish. All this coolness can be fickle. Lacking in information.
Don't kid yourself. 'Cause there's a chance your life means nothing. You've got enough to confuse the facts. In time they'll know you're bluffing. . You'll catch one out.
Out of everyone. You were the last I expected to leave. So much potential, yeah. So much left to achieve. . Thanks so much for warm receptions. And your clear perceptions.
Let's go. . And the story stays the same. The only difference is the name. He's a nice guy and she is a bad girl. He thinks that she can do no wrong. Although secretly she longs for every penis in the world.
The year is two double 0 two, nothing is brand new. Kid Jimmy, you know you hear me spittin' lyrics over loops. Close friends used to call me Supes, Mad respect to CI crew.
The beer is ice cold. And it's sold. From a supermarket that keeps their prices down. This day is not pretentious or fake. Home town Sunday shining. And it takes a day like this to make me understand.