i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go of
: i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go
intention I wanna talk about what you are that I ain't Let's talk about what you do that I can't Let's talk about me and you in an empty room And who
the flirtatious disses I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend
Bottom you can just run these streets You and your jewels are like a menu And trust me nigga we intend to eat Fuck around and cross that I-395 You just
fact you buying this cd is potentially feeding me (come on) (I could tell you whatever you want to hear But if I just said hello would you listen to me? I
this sleepy town then I could go real far I could I'd really work so hard And I could do it and do it and do it 'til I become a star Chorus Miami,
and give you plenty green To help you fulfill all your childhood dreams Only for your love I fiend 'Cause the way you put it on me make me wanna scream And fuck you
you, I will tell I hate you, I will tell I hate you, I will tell I hate you, I hate you Be my neighbor Be my neighbor This fuckin' hate that I feel
I want you to break it down And tell em about the days of young [ VERSE 2 ] Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls I pimp microphones and
about me? I can't rest I can't sleep Momma loves you I'm just tired of you and your brother's shit And you know I didn't mean to hit you But you were
mad I'm done feeling sorry after you hurt me so bad Don't try thinking about me 'cause I'm already gone Not saying that I'm right just telling you, you
're too far down. Tell me one time. Just what you know about. Slipping through the cracks in the floor. Breaking down, forget yourself, forsake your soul. This world is killiing me
home, And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone, 'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.' So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And
guided me to Tennessee (home) Take me to another place Take me to another land Make me forget all that hurts me Let me understand your plan Lord it
