The best artwork is when your hand are stained with blood; Veins and arteries entangle Which one leads to death? Or should I rip at them all? Tip toe
Stay tonight, don't leave me to sleep alone. And wake me up, make me beautiful. As you once thought I was, make me beautiful. Sitting on the bed side
and I?m the only one who steals your eyes?. Fighting for love on the catwalk and I?m her latest outfit. She said, ?Please kill me with your words? I
Break me gently, kill me softly shot gun. I?m cool like water that breaks against the shore. You did this for him, you left him wanting more. The waves
Paint me a gun my love. Pull the trigger on me, baby. Blow me away. Why didn?t you take your photographs with you? Look at everyone else you?re killing
She's fading away She's turning away This perfect night I wish it could never end We lie under a plain sheet, And romance it glares at us Until our
Set your cameras (It doesn't...) To black and white (Feel like...) 'Cause I'd give (Paradise...) My everything (Anymore...) To have You back tonight
fighting Don't let her words bring you down Just to make love under clearer skies I can feel you when you crawl, I can feel you when you kill, I can
Will you load my revolver, baby? Here I lay, fading away, Before your blue eyes Kiss me until I wake
. Please surrender. My knives are blunt. She woke to the bluest of the blue and left red like your torn up diary. There are vacancies on death row. She walks from her
another Ice Cube groupie test She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me, at the room 110 And the bitch showed up, with her
the words of real... We're gonna be smoking the city when I come kicking come to witness ... young women all here for young... Listen if I really dig her, let her
to stories we tell Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window Of whatever 'Lac truck pick her up,
make me mad Then you?ll have to go Maybe you?ll have to go Is it true looks can kill Is it true looks can kill Is it true looks can kill
with me (uh huh) Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me (yeah) Any bitch that chill her jones with me End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh) I got a ziplock the killer
myself A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
next the night they shot Pac in Vegas I ain't a killer but don't push me I see a bitch looking, I'm a end up in her pussy See ya later, fuck haters, cause
, hoes and gamblers 98 degree's on Christmas Nigga we rollin' cannibus Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted, pulled her
