hurts now we're apart And different dreams pursue Fragments of those songs remain In whispered shades of blue Old Manhattan melodies Echo through my broken heart and call
Morton] Why don't you call me Mama? We can take care of you. You'd be happy taken down in these block. Murderers' Row, we called it. [Roxie Hart] Oh
paid Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames We all the same, no callin' names I'm as
days gone by are shadding in my heart How often have I closed my eyes so I might see The days gone by that never quite depart Old friends hello I called
she was tokin' By 4 o'clock his waterbed was broken She called me nervous from his cell phone CHORUS It ended on a Wednesday afternoon Josie arrived at my apartment
've been hit with reality Where you could call the fate, the trust doesn't come with a guarantee Who you gonna call when there's no one left around? Who you gonna call
cock it back, hit a lick wid it Keep it workin' drop a brick wid it Off the block, serve a nig wid it, whip a brand new whip wid it Apartment flow, you
to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of 'cause even when
a single heart When it's borne the billions of Cupid's darts? To try to spread love to the multitude But then there's the few that tears things apart Moonbeams condition my dreams To its current shades
Going out every night Doing all the wrong things to feel alright Waking up all alone Dying to call you on the telephone I moved way across town And you
From the city of confusions,scared to death I`m running-or so it seems In the sun my heart is freezing,mind is boiling in the shade And a mean mirage
me that i could care it means so much to have you around happy with you being by but like the trees that shade the yard branches connect leaves that are apart
awake, he calls Eternity awaits us all Open your eyes and be with me Be with me Breaks the chains, still young, dispels Hateful shades of treacherous
lyrical holocaust Infamous is just our mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord of farce Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
cord invasit Lookin' at this rout I can hear the call of death deep in my heart While I stay apart Infantrymen and Knights are fighting for a glory
your stereo Come and bring your stereo And lay down on my pillow Down into a dream we go Down into a dream we go Never know how we go Under the shading
to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of Cuz even when