(Left side) Picture yourself just of nuclear fission With library cards and a metaphor skies (ha ha ha ha). Somebody quotes you, you read from a source
drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful
A hand, reaching out in total darkness. Touching soft, smooth skin. Fingers absent of stress, small, thin, but lively and warm. Palm the faintest damp
noise hypnotic and tribal brass buttons and knobs, melting together, as taut cat whiskers pulse. an angry snake, devours its mouse a la mode tail shaking
loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder
so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold
would you say I was the last one? All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew
this is the end [GLC] My brother told me a long time ago Don't focus where you been, focus where you trying to go! I swear the game make you cold like
from the stage to cage got her from the wild fire hot in a rage hit the facebook page video upload my number one hina so damn throwed so damn cold candy
the wind, I'm blowed (I'm blowed). Any day of da week, new grill, new piece, from my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold). New shoes on my ride, bad
bed and her head is Pez Best believe that I'm wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy
finer And I just get behind her And smack it like E Honda And please don't hate on me When you see me with Kiana Cause she wilder than Nirvana And colder
you can be livin' it up Shit I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold
be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them
tried to get a cutie, to ride my jock Me and Ma$e, Suburban blastin Cold Dom P, smilin, laughin Freaks all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy
package Go-go boots from the stage to the cage California wild fire, hot in a rage Check her Facebook page, video upload My number one hina, so damn throw, so damn cold Candy
i wish a nigga would, go and say i never rep my city, my city Red Cafe non stop hustle non stop grind i generate dough seperatin coke lines from a cold
