I called time out it was too late My coach never gave me a chance he’s always blowing his whistle at me Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three I’ll stick with twos I don’t wanna make a steal unless you make a pass I’ll never personal foul

Shoot 'em down (bow) with a .50 round (you dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (what?) ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (you

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick

Hey brother, where you bound? There's a red cloud hanging over us And it's so big and it's gonna burst All you people with your heads in the ground And they're no good and they're everywhere Try to tell you, but you just don't care Try to hear you but

I'm on a greyhound bound for nowhere On a greyhound bound for nowhere And that ring your wearing Don't mean everything And the way you stood staring As you watched me roll away She loves you and you need me And there's some things we can't share Rain on

I am bound to you And boy, I believe in us I am terrified to love for the first time I found a man I can trust Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? I finally found my way Sweet love, sweet love Trapped in your love I've opened up, unsure I can trust

Are you gonna stay the night Doesn't mean we're bound for life So oh oh oh, are you gonna stay the night I know that we were made to break so what? I don't mind You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds Don't dull the sparkle in your eyes Oh oh oh oh,

Are you gonna stay the night Doesn't mean we're bound for life So oh oh oh, are you gonna stay the night I know that we were made to break so what? I don't mind You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds Don't dull the sparkle in your eyes Oh oh oh oh,

Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey) I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real

Life's a bitch, then you die Hell's ditch, naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts to rain He'll never see the dawn again Our lady of the flowers Genet's feeling Ramon's dick The guy in the bunk above gets