Lyrics:
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
of Naked Lunch
Or making a friend like Stephen
Pavlovic - our Australian tour
Promoter who sent me a Mazzy Star LP on
Vinyl, or playing "The Money Will
Roll
Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden' me back, makin' me frown
I need some music from guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
George
Tanya Tucker
Hiway Robbery
Ok Officer, I Admit it,
I was speedin'
But before you write me up
let me tell you the reason.
I wasn't tryin' to out run
And I’m slipping in the club when I’m walking by your bitch
I be right back at it, it’s the come up
I be right back at it, it’s the come up
I be right back
grave
I'm empty and heartless
These ghosts left in my past
Are back to haunt you
Took your poison
I'm going to bed
Death is hard to come by
See you
since that's your usual haunt
Or upstart from in the underground
And you'll swing me around, and soon you'll slip with a sound
And lead me back towards
many things that can haunt you
Bad dreams don't last
Cause I'm here if you want to
Take some advice from me
Deep down it's the only way to be free
You
Words and music by Steven Page and Stephen Duffy
I was surprised at how incredibly fast you were
To come up and ask for a light.
I was amazed
Take back your body
The prior mind left notes to see
Feel bones slowly align
Hope they don’t mind another mind
Just died
Feel fine
To try another
I got a check
Now I got 30 on me
Feeling like Stephen Curry
You cannot drain my energy
I got a check
That's why I'm gaining enemies
I am the goat
I'm a shooting star with a carry on
30s working on me like I'm Stephen curry
30 on ya back you ain't Stephen Curry
Catch Mondavi in the kitchen cooking
Pockets keep jumping I got money monkeys
Old hoes calling up tryna fuck me
Y'all ain't fuck with me back when I was dusty
Rick Owens my feet now I be
the dope
Rhinestones on the back of my coat
You can get hit with a long stick
Now this lil bitch tryna call me her friend
I get the money, bitch I get
through It’s what life do
It’ll taunt you It’ll haunt you It’ll force you
Take you back to slinging that dope...
You want the life of a Rockstar just let me
purchase
Can't overspend if you're living the life of a broke, artist, yea
In the middle of the night, woken up by sounds and melodies
Ideas go through me
bwoy dem smell di rat
By me look a man beat off twenty shot
Me answer back, mi six pants a clap
Two people drop, who inna vehicle trap
Me run down
lyrically I'm more Stephen Curry with the mic though
Kyrie Irv's sweetie with that Bubba-Chuck handle
First heard me in the nineties with that native
touched
You feelin' it, in your bloodstream
Deadly venomous elixir
Hammer like Sledge that be Sister
All and together now, follow me, the Mista
Meth
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with
night, no
You don't get to haunt me, no, you don't get to taunt me
I wanna fight back, but it seems so daunting
I feel bad enough so I let it in
It only
What is he calling his self the legend for man that shit look illegible
He just keep coming back to back with records foo
Keep on moving the decimal
and turn my back on you is what I won't do
I know all the fucked up shit that you've gone through
I won't let those memories come and haunt you
So girl I
rather kill my mother
45 On the block know we ride
Only got real niggas by side
Know shit get real on the east side
Stephen King with the choppa leave em
Discuss these back to haunt me by tanya stephens Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In