stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring. tristan
many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
[the game] L.A.X niggas... yeahhh... Y'all know who the fuck I am... I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game
army so that I am now of course in the radio-active reserve and, the usual jokes about the army aside, one of the many fine thin E has to admit is the
is still the wild one here, the incendiary soul She is in flame and I am cold, God I'm getting old She is talking through a yawn and the radio is on
them radio waves Radio waves Jesus saves radio Radio waves Radio waves AM radio waves FM radio waves All them radio waves Radio waves Radio waves He hears radio waves Radio waves Radio
, I'm no one Yes, I'm no one So we're no one Because we're no one Yes, I'm no one Yes, I'm no one So we're no one Because we're no one
still the wild one here, the incendiary soul She is in flame and I am cold god I'm getting old She is talking through a yawn and the radio is on
