الأغاني:
Face To Face Private Hell

you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying

keep cool They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don

got the gator ray swipe i be like "is it in?" she be "hell yeah daddy" now you wanna taste you gotta lot of cards but chu never rode a face the girl

somewhere I know that now, that's why I'm staying here Leave the ocean's roar in that turquoise shell Leave the widower in his private hell Leave the

of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for my sins in hell

' Crissy Dora got an explorer, Tricy wear Bc Bg Got one in ATL big, fine, thick as hell Got one in BKNY dat only wear DKNY An' Norma Jean in New Orleans One in H-Town wit her face

my distant sanity Here I'm all alone and still faithfully Holdin on my private misery Why must we live In this drain that we hate Life is hell for the

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying