blue dark. Playing pool and wild darts. Video games. He holds me in his big arms. Drunk and I am seeing stars. This is all I think of. Watching all our friends fall. In and out of Old Paul's. This is my
the fuckin' dead man. One night stands, no best man. No bridesmaids, or Reverends. Cause Wolverine's depressin', don't wanna be your ex man. Cause cupid aims and throw the darts. There go the
the fuckin' dead man. One night stands, no best man. No bridesmaids, or Reverends. Cause Wolverine's depressin', don't wanna be your ex man. Cause cupid aims and throw the darts. There go the
street As she bends to chase the pearls, a car swings 'round the corner. She darts from the eyes of the panics truck driver. Who's racing to the delivery room. 'Cause in the back seat his wife is
. Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report. He's got two homes, car loans, in debt. And his third divorce ain't even final yet. Traded his MBA for a SUV on a backwoods road down in Tennessee. 'Cause
possibly. Cupid could shoot another one of them god-damned darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart. But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are. But see, when you're in it
legendary. You printed the blueprints to do this *. Moving the youth in the bricks. Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts. Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art. . Method Man. Speaking
. This one, for all the sick ones, confliction. Posionous darts sickening, best believe. Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin. On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets. Start trouble bust