Lyrics:
a aftermath tantrum
Oh my god , interrupted by this hunny, and looking pretty good at that,
She had a letter for
Cap , it said ma critical' was chillin' in
the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls
Our Dear One lies with wreathes around
And four brave hearts of pain
The garlic flowers and sleepless hours;
All suffering in vain
By our love,
sought shelter from the storm in a small inn by the coast.
In the children's room three identical sisters sat,
Except for the one who was hideously
Ladies and Gentlemen
(Uuuh)
Please welcome
The one and only
(Me?)
Boyfriend
(Hi!)
Of the year
(Uuuh)
Today, tomorrow
Next week, next month, next year
in terms of tension swings
the seams of your suspension springs
in cyclic thirds are set apart
in very simple words, dear ladies
your car won't
man at a loss for words with shaking hands
Who felt the pinch and turned and ran, afraid to learn to feel
It's nothing that you did, my dear, but I can
or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie
Hogtied and I got the quickest draw to
Keep you all in line
No rush for
Dear God, how can I explain myself?
Oh God, bless me indeed when I'm so confused
Enlarge my territory
Place Your love and protection over me at all
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
reasons why I need my fix and then some more
It's clear my dear man you're watching too much porno
I can tell by the fact that you can't seem to move slow
can you please move my dear
Pockets on swole, looking like an ass in the front
And I got it by my damn self
So a nigga can't ask me for nun
Can't lose
really do
Uhh, it's real dear Lord, yeah
This letter is from Saigon, the Yardfather
We fucked up Lord will, talk, to 'em
I tell 'em
It's alright, it's
On my crucifix, I lay awake
I can shoot with this, Amazing Grace
On my crucifix, I lay awake
I can shoot with this, oh pray
Dear diary, my
you young ladies
Turn your heads around
I'm gonna have all you ladies going right on down
You better come with me dear
I'll be that old hoochie coochie
Passionate Roadhead
Dear Purple Lady,
S'il vous plaît, don't be blue
You gotta try (to) understand
that rocking is better than that old rendez-vouz
Passionate Roadhead
Dear Purple Lady,
S'il vous plaît, don't be blue
You gotta try (to) understand
that rocking is better than that old rendez-vouz
friend
But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend
You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer
Barrettes in your hair, bamboos in your
I'm running fast now
but my mind is standing still
Making some matter
as I roll it up that hill
take my hand dear lady
take my mind or maybe
give me
a spreading calm
Then suddenly my eyes were bathed in a light
And the lovely lady in white was by my side
She said "Like me I see you're walking alone
Won't
Tupac:
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong
me dear
It's too bad you didn't do it, I ain't never been used to it
The way we stopped them, dear
To all the ladies who love they man
Though
so many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
Okay, this is what I say
About when I was a young man
Back in the day
I see a young lady
Thinking she was fine
Then I try to step to her
Just
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