What goes around comes back to you Holy God man Well won't you lend me insight To your counterfeited tyranny Mouth fulls of christian view Thou hath to be blind Ends so plain to me Out of body and beside myself

Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone

We're going out tonight To kick out every light We're going till the world stops turning While we burn it to the ground tonight Ooooohhhhhhh To get anything that we want Drink everything in sight To drink everything in sight Well it's midnight, damn

Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem inna me sight and I gots to know Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause I'm inna di vibes and I got my dough! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem lookin hype and I gots to know Gal

When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

Losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding 'Cause I'm losing my sight Losing my sight Nothing's alright

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did

Nice to know my kind will be on my side I don't believe the hype And you know you're a terrible sight But you'll be just fine But I can hear my way around Just don't believe the hype No, I don't know which way I'm going Sometimes I feel cold, even

Heed, it's like calling the rain A nexus fruition, whirling cognition Ulterior, the failing of words A pageant to leave me bewildered Lurch at the sight of the clandestine ascendancy Pervading anima An awe-struck principle, an adytum to find our home

You're so supreme Lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream Both day and night of you And what good does it do In 1929, I sold short In London, I'm presented at court But you've got me down hearted,