It's 3AM and you are on the floor again Running out of steam but you say you're just trying to think An emotional vampire caught redhanded Sucking the
hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within Against witty rap war startin', robbin' in the wind The great blue skies and the great red birds From the pitch black city
It's 'The Gift and the Curse' First they love me then they hate me then they love me again (They love me again) Let's take a trip down, I gotcha Let'
was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror
become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror
Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within Against witty rap war startin, robbin in the wind Great blue skies and the great red birds From the pitch black city
or was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror
hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within Against witty rap war startin, robbin in the wind Great blue skies and the great red birds From the pitch black city
