Don't think I'll confess
Why would I confess that I
Don't think I'll deny
Why would I deny that I
Don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you
Send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you
Send a little love my way
Every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
Ooh
Don't think I'll escape
(Don't think I'll escape)
Why would I escape you
Don't think I'll replace
(Don't think I'll replace)
How could I (how could I) replace you
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little love my way
And every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
Ooh
And so don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Send your love my wayim alive,
i can feel the blood
rushin thru my veins
an thats all i need to know,
cuz im not lookin for a change.
cuz i got friends and enemies,
but it just dont bother me,
cuz as long as i believe,
i can breath!
[end of chorus]
{prevail}
metamorphis, battleaxe fortress,
four-hundred horsepower
full moon the sorceress
swollen members an my girl, NF
the predators an the terminator
the tribes cold Breath
why hurt em'later?
we can do so much damage now,
They'll truck em
when i hit em
so much garbage around
yells, bells, and whistles
like carnival sounds.
phenominal adrenaline
from the words of my mouth.
[mad child]
how did shayne manage
to rap?
with brain damage im phat
remain famished and stacked
your playin with the
praying mantis,
infact you gigantic,
you sink like titanic
panic attack act up
an im a raptor
crash into disaster
smash like master-plaster,
punker,
rangle-monster wants
to stomp ya
crushin' cuz i'm main
question that remains
will tomorrow be the same
blood rushin thru my veins?
[chorus]
[nelly furtado]
a noices people i knew had to, thats
we are of this point to do what i did of
so spoint to to weither it be easy enough to do
[moka]
im servin em out
im like a crispy creme
conveyor belt.
with the synth notes
swollen like your lymphnods,
we went from instro to intro to
instore,
coincidentally
messin up your mental state,
we makin pens glow
pacific central pay me
and my kinfolk atttention
nobody can do it like your man mok'
my bands dope!
the tracks all flow
im beautiful
thats for sure!
[prevail]
the harlem of queens,
the decibal kings,
inevetable, we were born to do incredible things,
i let it wing like freedom
swing letters from my jaw <