Teksty:
Piano Doors

All you see are endless skies, like an ocean lit by fireflies With a long deep breath, I speak my heart Saying things I'm not sure just what they are

Go on, my little babe, and cry Lay your head down, shut your eyes Someday we'll make us realize Things weren't really quite that bad Think of all the

I admit that it wasn't right The junk that happened here tonight I admit that it isn't fair That you were left standing there Add it up on a list so

, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door

is a heart breaker I'm not meant to be a homemaker And I'm tired of being, darling Lorraine What, you don't love me anymore? What, you're walkin' out the door

the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano

The first thing I remember Was the friction in the room And that brown spinet piano That never played in tune The cruel impatient tyrant The frustrated

Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifteen years" "Sixteen," said Mitchell "Fifteen, six, what's the difference," said Margot "I want you to stay next door

sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door