of the South When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion But in the South and in the
like the way you shake your hips I love it when you lick your lips Talking in my niggas 'cause we sexy with cash 'Cause a Bentley and a six is a thing
t all the smoke mirrors see you clearer, start with you just like michael did i could change the world with this music more than rifles shoot it's a gift
New York hotel A stranger to a city that she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the first blue light Of the beginning of a
want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at a
my room as my eyes begin to blear reality sets and starts the fear for do dreams come true or do I die alone waiting like the petals of a wilting flower
cant stand them hoes I chop trees with G's and take trips over seas And pack a nine all the time and thats for all my enimies What y'all thought, I cant
, shove a q-tip in my ear well, what do we have here? it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation
for starters i contemplated on where to split ya, marked a spot with a dotted line then ripped ya, used carful procedure, if you listen closely, you
like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart Catch a swollen
One might be your girl so don't trust her. I'll tell it like Usher *singing* Girl I'll make you wanna leave the clown you with, Start a new relationship
his soul decays Theres nothing left but a shell and an urge to kill No voices in my head just the will of a couple pills A contact a metal mixed with XTC A
in all night up to this point was just chicken feet this the real deal welcome to the big leagues thrill seeker with a video cam in hand ill be damned
s start a... [AL] ...Higher ...Choir. [KRISTINE] Hey, when I begin to... It's a cross between a... And a quiver or a... It's a little like a... Or the
All you gotta do is knock You see I left home a boy, but returned as a man Full grown, and I'm still not able to stand I gave you a hand, well, but I
thought media bullshit All of this suffering is inflicted just to turn a fucking profit They stifle criticism with a cost of living raise Selling out the working class a
Begin without you End without you Baby, I'm in need I can't breathe No, I don't wanna be Without you I love when your eyes wash over me With a look
ah interview, nigga, Unless it's in a interview, Don't talk to me, I'm not your friend, I'm just a fan, Of a fan, I love all my fans though