So why don't you go? I don't wanna waste this anymore I've been spending too much time just waiting for you Yeah-ah Just go I don't wanna waste this
know When the waves take all control You've got no choice but to let it go. I will find your sail And I will rescue you. I will never leave You're the spirit
I've been digging around, Trying to figure her out, Trying to find what her heart wants. Leave me buried in sand With a shovel in hand If I can't make
I've gotta keep this up, Keep my eyes set on what I want I can't stop looking at you, Thinking of you Thinking of you, you, you I see your eyes in blue
I think I like you I don't even know you But something is telling me that I think I need you You're like my thoughts come true And I can't argue with
warfare [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a
til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
Rat, ta tat ta ta tat ta ta tat Then I woke up Doctor help me out, what's this all about? What's this condition I gotta figure out Am I really out?
The freedom I need is the freedom I leave In my good time rock and roll There's a healing in those guitars And a spirit in the song No matter what condition
Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders Can you please explain to this court How these so called spirits
In my way of livin' But they don't know the reason why I can't wait to tell them what is wrong with me Love without condition This is my addiction
makin' So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin' So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This
Yeah, yeah You know how me and 'Ye do Yeah Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does people walk and
cause there ain't much love in my life, it's just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?) Haven't you heard, it's a modern condition, A band of
abused visions and shattered dreams A chilling descent into a phobic hell Insanity's blade performs it's correctional surgery Impending doom in this blackened room I can give this
I just hope that your love knows, what this life is all about 'Cause I'm in the same position as when I started out Now I know this folk in hospital who
