The End - marah

Heaven's confetti pelts down We're scattered like a toppled chess board There's a biblical queue for the money machine And a stampede spat out the d**gstore And

Your little sister's very pretty And your dad works up the city And it's not the first time That a boy like me has rhymed those words So I thought I'd run it pa

I met a mixer He talked the head off my throat He was built for the mountains But lived in a shoebox in Soho Strange as it sounds I didn't want dear motormouth

Fatboy - Marah Made you a bracelet of my lineage bone You would just chuckle at my thick old fashioned shape You'd never see past all these Bo-Bo's and cassette

Bielanko Bielanko Born with a face that life would erase I chased the frustrated wind to New York I fell in love with Monique during a Yanks winning streak And

Burn off the morning smog with heat that's blazing from my rush I'm paying dearly for this flash of light I have become I can't just hold my breath and stop a p

City of dreams More wicked than it seems You lead me down the alley Where no one can hear my screams You ride on the bus Bumping into us You're reaching in our