You and me are failure and surrender All my fears about losing you mean nothing to noone Someday I hope I tell you how much I love you I know in my heart
Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a Young
Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast Nobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask I hope
everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you're the last to know niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every
the sucker 'Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya but make your mind up fast Nobody knows on who controls will it last, before I ask I hope
it's over, you think it's all your fault Then you look up and see her picture on the wall You get up and think this the last show, better show it all
up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
constantly in nightmares. In the nuclear state we are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really
is A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show
them off as objective "Don't give me that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it's time to show
as objective "Don't give me that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it's time to show
God Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggas Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states
with me, Last time lover Do you wanna be my last time baby, could it be your first time maybe Last time lover, treat me right, lovin' under cover, all night, Last
picture so SICK that I call it motion sickness Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold your pictures Just like you're posin for strippers and tryin to show
the reality looms constantly in nightmares. In the nuclear state we are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for
