Now, if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything; And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jew'lry, baby; Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring. If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told. If I were a

This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby My life is too crazy, no actor could play me And the

For so long, it’s all i’ve known I’m crossing over the undertow For so long no one was listening Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left Determined to make their deaf ears ring Burn it down, brick by brick, made in 2006 Lost and found,

Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick So maybe we should love somebody We can build these walls between each other Instead of polishing the bombs of holy war We can break these walls between each other If war is holy and sex is obscene We've got it

Brick by brick (ah) I want to build you up (brick by brick) I want to break you down (brick by brick) I'm going to reconstruct (brick by brick) I want to feel you love I want to steal your soul (brick by brick) I want to rock 'n' roll (brick by brick) I

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

I am breaking through these walls Oh between you and me I'm not giving up I'm not giving giving up So brick by brick On this love The weight of my words Are like feathers from a bird My mouth, it moves but you won't hear a thing

Where I held your body close for so long, so long I'll take a chainsaw to the sofa I'm gonna break all of the china 'Cause it's just one more reminder you're gone, you're gone We were building brick by brick Now it's just a quicksand home, yeah So I'll

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow