: It's alright It's on tight You hold out For more than You go for It's not going To work out You know it You hold tight Your fortune We rise In time
It's alright It's on tight You hold out For more than You go for It's not going To work out You know it You hold tight Your fortune We rise In time
twenty years ago...twenty years ago Thats a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard a lousy life for the washed
a tool That was used to enslave man And mek manservant Escape from Despair and Desperation Becomes more urgent Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem
me get stretched out like a limo I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O. Don't take it the wrong
by 30 belly stretched out baby daddy's on a 30 girl stressed out drwan face explains her grief sexy females used to be looker top facebooker, now washed
we duggin for hug yah [?] Much much longa Although dem thief mama goods inna di street when she a slumba She hold it out, she hold it out Gas fuel belly
made At least a million times I've fallen but never will I breask These walls I make they hold me in and hold me back today but tomorrow's new Then I walk right out
m a grimey nigga; I say some slippery shit. You's a dirty nigga with sifilis in your dick! I catch you I'm a wash you up, line you spit shine you Leave
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed. I turned the air conditioner on. I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face. Somewhere out there a hurricane
: When you take a breath But you can't hold it in When you try to live But don't know where to begin When there's no hope left No place you can go Well
: [Chorus] ('cuz I know I'm son of the survivor -vivor -vivor.....) Get up and wash my ass and damn, she was just another one night stand for big dick
I can't wake up I can not hold on I will not let go WORTHLESS It's over now GUILTY There's no way out I can not hold on I will not let go Silent I go
the couch Damm I touch you and you touch me We get closer and you hold me like your holdin On for dear life boldly And we go out on the balcony And let
Hit That Flex, I Ain't Trippin' On The Bitches Probably, 1 out of a 10 In California, I Ain't Hit Bitch, I'm Raw Smell That Shit, Hold Your Jaw Up In
evident that my stones was having sex But where I caught my rocks is irrelevant And before the water could flush down the bowl, Officer dink head put me in a choke-hold Knocked out
diaper If I'm back at Mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby Dip me in the river You'll never wash my dirt away Rip out
on weather To smooth out the leather On you Only to soak and freeze the triggered hands like frozen brush ends dipped in red paint dripping down as they thaw forming figures out