A bittersweet ditty 'bout an ex-girlfriend So why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number
a bittersweet ditty About an ex-girlfriend But why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number
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you reward. Then they hate you again, then they hate you again They buy God they sell God, I'm numb Baby Jesus Love Dolls, Everybody wants one They rob God, create God I'm numb
' to say And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up And find yourself in an existential quandry, Full of loathing and self-doubt And wracked with the pain
you tried, they got yo' body numb. Done, Done, Done, tell it be, 1-9-9-9 crime, crime, find, they gonna nick and wreek, and catch yo' people by surprise
you go Ashes and snowfalls, I wonder when the roll call For heaven gon' come, forever gon' come It's a cold world and I can never go numb Look fear
already know what this is H-U-E-Y (remix) Bow Weezy T-Pain Hitz Committee [Verse 1- Huey] It's H-U-E-Y, home fly G-5 And by the look in my eyes
receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green envy Will my number
today Darkness, ain't no smiling happiness is done away Darkness, watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away When I'm all up on a pallet A pain with
, tellin' y'all to live wit this I coulda had you in the bank now you lost ya rank you should blame only ya'self ya self today you know me hate to have
, Now why they, wanna playa hate on me? 'cause I'm nothin' but a g, Wingkit hits and rims, The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
on a goal i'm under and going down Fooled by the foam setting himself free but the saltwater chokes robbing him of his feed he's growling numb to this
by a number No less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors Motherfuckers better realize now is the time to self-actualize We have
woulda minded my own business, n not let things get fucked, Up, I woulda gone to church, maybe become a saint, Erased this so-called picture we paint,
pain It levels and crushes at its free will My doomed fate will soon be sealed Pain's invention, madness Preys behind my eyes Pain's invention, madness Now I realize Pain
't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordily ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin' sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death, only one can save self
