streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody
minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail
They used to call me "Lightening" I was always quick to strike Had everything I own In the saddles on my back I had a reputation For never stayin' very
[whispered] "Weak and Powerless" Tilling my own grave to keep me level Jam another dragon down the hole Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
up in national news Only thing you worry about is the school lunch menus Eating all the places and being captain of the team First ten years of life is a beautiful thing
crown The princes of the paupers And all the old showstoppers Till this moment's still unknown Siren's songs have tried, too Yet, she takes you as her own
Ref.:] "If you want to lift this curse of yours, Leave your home and walk the distant woods, See (the) Inferno and the Paradise, See the beast and god with your own
forever it's a sad but lonely fact it all comes right in time don't cry on your own shoulder cry on your own shoulder cry on your own shoulder don'
tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh, Put 'em in his own trunk and roll
running free, yeah I'm running free I'm running free, yeah I'm running free Spend the night in L.A. jail And listen to the sirens wail But they ain't got a thing
York Minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens
fact That I hurt one of my seeds, 'cause dealing with that Would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do in my time I'd have to take my own life too
than most things that lovers can do Well stories have endings and fantasies fade And the guard by the door starts drawing the shade So write your own
with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven He must hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin cause now I'm hearin motherfuckin sirens I tried to run out, three thousand decent Next thing
? Don't walk away. lets let them see the Mess that we became Sirens flashing, here's the cops Don't blame this on not having jobs but dreams And I see things
Don't walk away. lets let them see the Mess that we became Sirens flashing, here's the cops Don't blame this on not having jobs but dreams And I see things
make things better Yeah, the super pill to make everything alright The odyssey You've been driven by your faceless personality And your image is your own
bitches man) (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren* We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a gold