Scarecrow's only scaring himself Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell All alone by a barren well Walking to the other side With the Devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Though the truth may vary Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same Hey! Hey! Hey! 'Cause though the truth may vary I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll

Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by When you see a deer you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think

Carry me to the shoreline Bury me in the sand Walk me across the water And maybe you'll understand Once the stone You're crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that's raining The noise that you'll hear

My n**** I'm faded faded faded I'm faded faded faded And I don't give a f*** Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single

I can only give you love that lasts forever, And the promise to be near each time you call, And the only heart I own is yours and yours alone, that's all, that's all. I can only give you country walks in springtime, And a hand to hold when leaves begin

So suicidal, first dem ever seen this Gangsta' for life, the realist Pass the Guinness Gully Gad, from Kingston We the best music So me say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,