XV - Verse 3] Yeah, year of the Squarian Zeroes that's prepared to win Heroes we keep burying Burn up the charts This is ? on the violin Betting on X
scream to me Violin, violin, violin Get the bow going, let it scream to me Violin, violin, violin Get the bow going, let it scream to me Violin, violin, violin
T KNOW. SCENE FOUR PART 3 ? AUDITIONS ROOM. SCENE OPENS WITH GIRL ONSTAGE PLAYING VIOLIN, AND SAM IS FALLING, BUT CARLY IS ASLEEP. SCENE FOUR PART 4 ?
Uh, uh, hah Alright, Mystikal, Mystikal (Bitch, hombre) Alright nigga, this E four O Huh, E four O, E four O, huh Finna get it crankin' up in this biatch
four Y luego five Pero somos uno mismo Desde arriba Para abajo Como pez en un atajo Entre esferas de cristales Y violines en compases Solo busco una
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just
me the earth I witnessed the flat line deviate Four billion years erupt inside Now I feel like God's God on a maniac peak I can hear the angels violins
die You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife You took her on the hillside And there you took her life You dug the grave four feet long
hung there on the front porch Since this old house was built It's where the old men whittle And the women fleece their quilts It's held four generations
the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin' of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door wavin' the four-four Ten shots to your spleen Let them violins
to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon
to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung
wings - One White Duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? One White Duck on your wall. One Duck on your wall. I'll catch a ride on your violin
old He lives down by the poisoned stream Where only alligators swim Sits there drinking moonshine Playing a mean violin a mean violin A really wicked violin You've got four
copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us [Verse Four: Method
the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door, wavin the four-four Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins