: Now it's the way, all the time Life's not fair, it's just melted away Sorrow to hell, all the time And this song is dead How do they stand to be with
: God damned us My voice uncovers, reveals your hidden secrets My songs, they spellbind and brainwash feeble minds On and on I traveled lonesome roads
for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm (c'mon) I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the song
girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs
So tell me a story about your life I don't mind, I don't mind Wont you tell me?- that will be just fine. I don't mind, ilde mind. Singin' songs about
Everyone that I can see is gettin' right in tow Changin' songs to be on the radio Now there are things that I believe in I'd never sell my soul It
it's breeze Like a disease it drags along The time of your life can't be had for a song Why do you lie? Why do you lie? Would you betray your soul?
eyes seemed to follow you, like a hated addiction The beauty carved out of absolutes, you could never claim or even envision Laura, you were the saddest song
a fool It could have happened to you It's just my luck, it had to happen to me Sweet Carmelita betrayed me She said, "Take me home, serenade me" I figured a song
winds High currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings offering, thrones was there Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was near Feet walked over rose petals, song
Now the courtroom is quiet but who will confess Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is, yes Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine I will
, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs
check it out, we took the wrong route To a morality drought, basically I'm callin' 'em out What kinda world are we livin' in When a song will not get
on ten Got inns sittin in a benz wit rims sippin on hen Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke bitch I'm paid Should of stayed but betrayed look
Aey, yeah you, motherfucker You know who I'm talkin' to Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed Your homeboys and you ain't shit Yeah, you about to
soul perceives it You wave a book but now agree with this The damage of betrayal, to hell with that A reason to believe, a reason to deceive A reason for the song
it all comes down to the line You will just feel the pain A million network slaves Trying to break away From running with the pack that you betray
Talking about what he don't know on the devil's radio He's in your TV set, won't give it a rest That soul betraying so and so, the devil's radio Gossip