Lyrics:
Walk in like its pay day
Shades on like I'm Ray J
Pinked out, givin' Sharpay
Contour, Viva La Jousay
Boobs out, freaky Friday
Freaks on Friday
Keeps
Your body is the shoreline
Sometimes I am the sea
Clinging desperately
Feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
Pulled by the tides
The moon
with the style -
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.
The roof of it will have peak lines,
And contours that dip;
And form
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
sortir
J’veux que l’album sente le sable et le soleil du Sahel
J’veux que la guitare peule m’envoûte et m’ensorcèle
Que la musique soit à l’honneur
Les
Wind passing by
Those seagulls that just drew a line
In front of traffic light
Where I thought nobody checked it twice
Kaf closed at four
When I
She came in the bedroom
Looking like a photograph
Turned to face the window
Moonlight traced the contours of her back
Only she can see me
Shed
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
myself this one thing
It was worth it, it was all worth it
And by this time I understand that I ain't perfect
There ain't a pair of Louis shoes I ain't
Virginia you gon see who got it more
Intuition outlined straight through the contour
First Chapter, Second Book "Delusional of the Granduer"
Trust in nobody
mifa c'est le noyau, les potos toujours restés loyaux
Premier album c'est mon joyau, les papillons ça remue les boyaux
Dans la circule toujours
moue
Lui te le rend sur les couv'
De ton choix
C'est une affaire entendue
Quand bien même on entend plus
Ton album
Quand tu vas jouer dans la
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost
the weakness in your line
By night you were surrounded; your territory mine
I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do
So I stormed the very
scarey
So hold me in your arms
I want to be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
the weakness in your lines
By night you were surrounded and your territory mine
I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do
So I stormed
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
Hundred bundles by 9AM, is a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good,
still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
Hundred bundles by 9AM, is a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good,
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
salten that bass
You gotta pump up that chest
You gotta glitter that face
You gotta contour that edge
You gotta bump it bump it up
You gotta soften that
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