midnight. the hot weather made her feel right at home. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks. he
. the hot weather made her feel right at home. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks. he drove
after midnight. the hot weather made her feel right at home. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks
n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean
a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the
top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
your wings So flutter home 'Cause you're better off alone than with me So hide your face And tie your lace And butterflies across your cheek Forget how
longing to kiss my cheek. Resentfully decline, retire this hated life. Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife. [Solo] Turn not away, avert not your
died with child Although your skin was black You were the one that didnt turn your back On the hungry white child with no name Rueben James Rueben James with your
: Your long blonde hair and eyes of baby blue Bright colors never fading The blush of childhood on your downy cheek The days of hide-and-seek The secret
so sickenin'. Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.") You forg-azy and the shit amaze me. Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it. High Define your
s your backteeth bitin down Now open up and say it, the D to the F's the greatest The talented town, then tip up your drink, your head has been deflated
Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot Animal House, two
me Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie Your stomach moved beneath your
( w/ Hook )] Struggle ain't got no color, kid Color ain't got no color Now, color ain't got no struggle, kid Struggle ain't got no color Now growin'