Cover di Old Friends From Young Years

Old Friends From Young Years
Album - 4 dicembre 1997 - Debaser id 43437

di Papa Roach

I try
I lie
Someone's sphincter in my eye
Kick it with that rebel cat and
I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down
I'm looking up from the ground
While confusion strains my mind
I contemplate this time
Thinking about a future
Hemming it with a suture
Dog shitting on the sign could the head below be mine
Remember the palms
Orange drive is where these palms lie
Making me sick
Making me want to get high under the palms
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Slowly
Breaking down feeling weak
Thinkin about the higher ground that I wish to seek
For safeness
For realness
I'll break it down simple for my people to hear this
Cause my shit is for realness
For my people to hear this
Six years of age when I first got my rage
Father broke out
Then I turned a new page of my life
Changed
Then it was crazy
Thanx to my mom cause she stuck by to raise me
Since I was a baby
She stuck by to raise me
There is no sound
Coming up from the ground
No way
Not this time
Buried deep inside
There is no evidence
Feelings that I hide
Sometimes are too intense
Silent
In the dark I think I'm nutty
Vicious swords of emotion slash
And leave me bloody
I said you fucking die
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