Hold on, don't you worry. I will find you In your desperate hour. Patients, don't you lose hope. There is freedom From these complications. The water
richard lloyd you hear us knock you sure have wrote "the golden shot" (chorus) old fred smith works froma box oh what a haggered face hope he gets lots of shots
and call that shit SP flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man you niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance no glitter glean, handgun
ask again, How we got the world to listen It ain't easy to pretend, I know you lost your cool And you decided how to love again We can't stop it's just
you take notes that we'll still have each other we'll drive away (i can't let you go if you keep holding my hand) let's give this one last shot before
a blue moon when there's nothin to do and The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we
orbs I saw no less surprise And so we stood, two statues made of brass I gazing in his eyes and he in mine As though we might have read each other?s
only popular with my anorexia. So I turn myself inside-out and hope someone will see, will see. Make me laugh. Say you know what you want. You said we
the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo We
for tomorrow We escape from yesterday Riding on the storm, the edge of time Hope to be back some day We're riding the wind And searching for the rainbow We
the moon and we?ll be so proud. And we?re walking, yeah we?re walking with the crowd yeah. Hey it feels right to change your mind from the other side we
pop me a not soon as we hit the spot so I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got me and 'dre will hop out when we hit the parking lot and
belly-up mascots and never dine alone Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone Bloom County's homeless riot for home ownership; I hope
something more We let the mic breathe Like to dyin' breeds In need we feed words that breed hope Manoeuvre past the greed indeed We made the eagle fly
A Centipede Hoes Through His Door Make Sure He's A Memory One Nigga But I Got Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember
drum, huh We cause havoc down in Las Vegas Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got fame, but now we
don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out I guess we got something in common I'm just