Black fingernails, red wine I wanna make you all mine A lot of people, underground You wanna get there, you gotta go straight down Straight down There
A handful of sand is all that you grab As you're watching the money fall Right through your hands It took such a long, long time now To build on demand
You live so much, it's like you're dying You can't get up, your body's trying Oh you're build so tall, it's like you're flying But rocks that fall, the
Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London
Hey, hey, I know it wasn't New York Where I lost my mind Hey, hey, I know I must've left it It was back home all the time And where were you while we
This room is like the belly of a ghost Swaying to the rhythm Of a heart that is now lost So tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that there's consequence Or
Sarah, won't you tell me your name? I've been waiting here for hours In the garden by the flowers You're so shy So just open your eyes The boys all form
I've been waiting far too long Staring at the sun Waiting for the night to come So I can get things done I can't wait for this no more My eyes have come
With lips that kiss Words of teeth And I was wrong To let you know So drink your coffee And catch your bus Cause I just want My suicide girl
This is pressure Stay away from me If life is bigger, then what do you see You're no better, no better than me If this is pressure, show me How you bleed
I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I'm coming, I'm coming
it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. [Joe Budden - Verse 2] I say
with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe
see Got my eyes wide open But I can't see the long road Yeah, the black crow keeps flyin' The black crow keeps flyin' Black crow keeps flyin' Black crow
Killing to hide his pain Still free upon the earth A father now insane Amputation victim Betrayed by his past These are unfinal acts committed by Joe Black Joe
'm comin' home, I'm comin' home Can you see my head, my head is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old black Joe Old black Joe, old black Joe
sky while I'm running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. [Verse 2: Joe Budden] I say it loud
high To get away from the vulture [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2 (2x)] [3] - Black hawk, black hawk Black hawk, black hawk Black hawk, black hawk Black hawk, black