Lyrics:
A noble, thirsty for royal blood they say
The Beast in Velvet I'm called by my prey
Though my fee is great indeed
I'd do this for free,
Cause I enjoy
garniturach
Made in Bóg a nie ulubiona Vistula
Bóg to architekt anioł czy tyran
Kroi nam los jak garnitur na wymiar
Po kilku winach
Whiskey i ginach pitych
suckin
In the hood, she could have made herself mountains
But it's my fault cause she a ho and didn't listen to a pimp
So she writin you in the pen over
was suckin
In the hood, she could have made herself mountains
But it's my fault cause she a ho and didn't listen to a pimp
So she writin you in the pen
science and bombs, tricks of the trade
Obedient slave, look and beyond the page
Being born dark shaded, marked and hated
Caught on drugs, that's what
soul
Move up and down
What's right what is good
In our world?
I'm scared by these times
Tears on my breast
Is that glory mine?
No no no my friend!
to fake is to arm oneself
the trick is to let no one
get through that shell
but despite my smile
serving the right to be loved
i get fucked by
to the Ritz
I make her check in that bitch
I scratch that hoe off the list
I put a x on that bitch
I spend a check on this fit
Niggas ain't dressing like
I found myself running now from my troubles and concerns
When I hit the ground trembling 'cause an idea in my head
Oh please tell me, what’s this I
of the trade
I stay angry at angels that stand in the way
Who wore a halo of smoke from a passing train
Now the seat at my table's been taken away
I'm
watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Yeah
'93, peace to the streets
The cops will soon be deceased
I'm havin' thoughts of Rodney King, so I gotta
your people by surprise
Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up
Ooh-ah
I still need a drink, put all the glasses in the sink
From chasin' a shot that rang through hell
For the record, I'm fine with what's
really don't have a clue
If by the end of the day
Happy fool I salute
For what I'm about to receive
May the lord make me true-
-Lly thankful, then
In this puzzling case- a deadly hit and run
I've been accused of things I haven't done
Lured into a trap at first I was confused
But step by
goggle eyes and the troubling hunger
Reaching forward to trick mirror men
Leaning out and in again.
If love is a game how can it be creation?
And if I'm
Self-inflicted these cuts my company
Opposite sides of this coin
Try both sides
I'm yours you're mine
Alone
You scream like a symphony
Wicked trick has left me
Can't fight corruption with con tricks
They use the law to commit crime
And I dread, dread to think
What the future will bring
When we're living in
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
together
Staying focused, overworked
Like I support four kids
Means I'm rapping double time
Like I got four lips
Ambidextrous effort in the wrist
When I
Only if you're Fred Durst
Pocket half empty but I'm
Living to the fullest when I've had a shot
I think I can dodge bullets
If you wanna rock
Tell me you
mas, chrome hearts now its covered in ice, ive been trynna get it by my lonely, cause nobody really wanna know me, fuck a plane bitch im rolling i aint
Love has no rhyme and no reason Love has no age no season
I look in your eyes
cnd I'm hypnotised
By your smile
Smile
You mend all the heartache Your
to make it go away
And I know
The tricks by hands of shapers
The mechanics of the games
That alphas play
Decidedly blue
Every time you go away
I get excited
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