problem for ya, boy you think your Tom Sawyer, Til I pull you out the fucking story book and stomp on ya, Fucking fictitional characters and fariytales, Prepare yourself for
go wild But I just can't find the right place or time To ask that girl of mine If she only knew what she meant to me I know for sure that y'all would
your life experienced a day Where nothin' at all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could not break the string
all a dream deprising and uprising my schemes but suprising realzing that yo it was all a dream I kept my head above the water for cream but now I'm
look for in stores on expensive floors Beeling boots is essence, bookin' Pelle's in my drawers Armani, Gianni Versace, V2 Lost count o' all the little
's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects Man I forgot the machine they callin' for Fuck a message all
it like a cello I pull them strings to make them scales teeter totter like Balance beams its everything it seems the guns and the glamor the re-compressed birds Booked
a TV talent show with a gong And when the gong gonged you were gone Yes, I am the lyrical Don, beats for art um But I am unattched to all of thum The
you out But misery and pain Ain't what loves all about I was your woman But ya threw me away I used to be your very own Custom made, love slave Do anything for
about creepin' Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song Camouflage love all
solve all your fitness first 48 make sure you never forget this catching the appeal gotta make sure you bury the witness haters i'm shitting all, get my ... all
To the rag of the United Westside Connection And the 'W for which it stands One neighborhood under god Invicible with luxuries and riches for all Bow
nicker, all the loot I had Good guitar, though, called it a pluckit Anyway, spent me dough And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you know So I took the book
ian for persistence of time back when steve and eva died that album changed my life it was a package of pure darkness tied up with a silver string delivered
As they rode him in custody down to the station And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
re made for fools Puppets on a string that blessing can bring Forever is a long long time Forever is a long long time But now the wine has turned sour after all
book of holy things They'll throw you up against the wall Bind your hands with string Caught in this sudden shower Our host of heavenly kings They're all
book of holy things They'll throw you up against the wall Bind your hands with string Caught in the sudden shower Our host of heavenly kings They're all