Letras:
Lamb That Thing Open Up

know is this That without love we'd be no more Lalalalalala... Open up and see All fear and pain are gone True possibility We're all one yeah Lalalalalala... Open up

it take to make a nigga to drop his shit Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open Bong smoking, that's the shit you've seen in high times Stay float underwater that

face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that

up in the spot, poppin bottles like (?) PJ (?) b-tch don?t bring me no Cristal whoel clique Champagne like we won the World Cup pull up in that champagne thing, f-ck the World up

and Plenty of sex and Flexin like a texan They desire to dust the fire We keep hitting em higher Raps the thing that I am best and Muscle bound rhymes that

sin of your past Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast Its the Christ at the cross it's humanities shot It's a worldwide call for every thing that

instructions Slide, get up off that wall, girl, stop tryin' to hide Trackin' aphrodisiac won't be denied Chill with that cigarette, take it outside Messin' with my vibe, I don't like that

be the God you hang on a tree The first time that He came They ripped His beard and beat His back up But the next time that He comes He?ll have a flaming

are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up