of And you would be the last thing on my mind Sometimes I can feel you inside my spine I pray to death to erase you from my mind 'Cause what you say
of And you would be the last thing on my mind. Sometimes I can feel you inside my spine I pray to death to erase you from my mind Cause what you
to the most high sit in a ghost fly chillin with 2 of my brothers we both live on deck grabbing em on set this is how we roll independants she a go I
number seven I was sent to earth With a mission to complete My memories Remain bittersweet A messenger With a double duty verse It's my legacy My gift and my
there Everybody's got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my
I hate My alcoholic logic As I write This on the train Victoria's Secret In my bag And my thighs Ache again Last night tips Into my mind Through the puddle
their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need something strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you till my eyes go blind
a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last
, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-
hey girl can you be my cuttie pie We're gonna bump and grind till the break of dawn I'ma keep you in my mind and put you in my next song Ain't nothing
don't wanna control you, I wanna console you And do everything that I told you Get high with me, come touch the sky with me Fly with me, see life with new eyes with
my eyes you the baddest The reason why I love you, you don't like me 'cause my status I don't wanna see you with a carriage living average I wanna do my
stress My mind is a terrible thing to waste No love lost I know Im going crazy I can't floss Me my lady left my homies It's all baloney just like rocking
I hate my alcoholic logic As I write this on the train Victoria's Secret in my bag And my thighs ache again Last night tips into my mind Through the
hood rhymin the blues Thats the term when the whole town lose See something you better say something Cause saving something aint worth sayin nothing [verse 2] Genocide on