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What goes around comes around, you better realize
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see your eyes, I see your lies.
I see you hide, inside.
What goes around comes around, now it s your time.
How long can you lie?
How long can you hide?
How long can you live with your soul bleed?
How long can you live with your soul.....

(Chorus) Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! [repeats]

What goes around comes around, no more lies.
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see a mother cry. I see a brother cry.

Bring it on! Bring it!!!

I ll make you bleed and you re bleeding now (bleed!) [repeats]
Motherfucker!

I got my pride and that s all I need!
I ll make you bleed with another blow without the radio.
Don t take advantage of this process.
You might have to digest a blade, made for your ass to fade.
I m livin on instinct.
Never think when I m rushin , bones crushin .
When I put your sorry ass in a package, you piece of shit!
Sealed and delivered from a savage, and now you sweat because you re going down.
You envious clown! Bleed!

(Chorus)

Downed in the room
where I live,
scored some broken glass.
Breaking up, losing force.

Hold my fingers up to the lightwell,
and the light is strange,
but I m alright.
It s strange, but it s all right.

It is the tri-coloured fields
and my...

Remember how they always seem to know
we had the forest in our eyes
but the earth was in our clothes
and they thought we d fall
not at all

so look back on those treasured days
we were young in a world that was so tired
though it...

Nobody wants her she s nobody s child
Nobody seems to care
Isn t it funny now that she needs someone
There s nobody there

Mum and Dad have it all arranged
She s leaving on the morning train
For Aunt Nora s...

Intro: Ice Cube

Title s n themes, and shit
YaknowhatI msayin? Just let this motherfucker come on
(yeah let s do this) And be fresh, like I am
(serious nigga?)

Verse One: Ice Cube

I wish I was in high school
So I could fuck young bitches...

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