my pieces fit Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home Where that is no one can tell me, am I doomed
single way Yes, words can't bring me down, oh no So don't you bring me down today To all your friends you're delirious So consumed in all your doom
then you want to blast off unto the moon But you might get trapped in a temple of doom You might get trapped in a temple of doom Moonlight illuminate
shoutin' all the way And I had no idea where he'd heard the things, he'd say But he was not your normal voice of doom It was a happy song, sung slightly
) That I couldn't have All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am Pull up to the side and get away from them Doom, doom, doom I like the way yo ass be vibratin
a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme It's not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll I'll play that song To the beat all day and
been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost Falling from grace 'cause I've been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song
dawn it's drawing near I can feel it drawing near It's drawing near - I hear the call of winds of war How it rushes by Like the words in songs of wisdom
tomb I decided that a tour through the civil war memorial museum would be a drag I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom Now I don't
you talk of all your searchin' But I think it's all for show Open up my friend Love someone if you can Go on, let her in Open up again And I hear your mournful songs
cushion, a sister could get a hit of it Get em high like noon or the moon Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed
kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again
I like bumming g's from Jeff Pockets on my cheese on e and they seems on f I'm a hard working all nighter ass cat see sack song writer worldwide doom
For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the Mrs. leave the room Lest she wish to witness doom Grab the squirmy, filthy goat
dangerous! When I gave you my light, It was wrong, wasn't right, Ain't no love was in sight when I needed. So I run with the night In the songs that
pray for me That this'll be the last sad song I have to sing And only time will tell if you stand here with me And this'll be the last sad song I have
plenty pay. Your boy Tech done blown, an still rep the home, but now I just wanna be left alone. They wish death and my flesh and my chromosomes slept my songs
learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics Dem while eats, I piece a music living epic Words like proverbs, blended braided So on like a storm or song