Sunny days are sad Second chance is past Even hearts they breaking Cut inside like shattered glass Can't predict the future But you know it's true That
oh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah don't make it hard for me i need to nip this now before it's too late so what are the reasons you be questioning
Is this yellow brick road going anywhere? Am I missing my train? How am I getting there? Don't know where it goes, but I know it's meant for me. Yeah,
You calling You crying But I don't know what to say We tried but We got nowhere And it ain't gonna change You know I never meant to break your heart
Ooooohhhh... I miss my girl... [Verse 1:] I'm feeling homeless in the aftermath And I don't know how else I'm supposed to act No matter what I did...
Sunny days are sad Second chance is past Even hearts they breaking Cut inside like shattered glass Can't predict the future But you know it's true
Is this yellow brick road going anywhere? Am I missing my train? How am I getting there? Don't know where it goes, but I know it's meant for me. Yeah
I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family
with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin' out Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
I'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers
on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff Voted unlikely to succeed 'cause my class was full Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave And put the writing
love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home So the letters came from an army camp
night killas might be stabbing Lights on in the house but it's dark outside You can even close one eye look an' bitch, I'm out there Camp fire lit,
be stabbing (Shaggy 2 Dope) Lights on in the house But it's dark outside You can even close one eye Look bitch, I'm out there Camp fire lit Boy
off from the south to the north East, west, and we can all get it on, word is bond Shit is like that, write that in your memory bank Boot camp clik,
