Lyrics:
not my game
Turn your head, you're dead
From a fatal passion
Cross your heart and hope you survive
Fatal passion
You're like a broken picture
the way that I feel
no my love ain't dead it just got to my head
and I need a little space to feel free
(GUITAR SOLO)
lately, I've gone a lot
soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads
Oh faith, faith, faith, have faith for me
I lost it long ago somewhere I shouldn't be
Heart heart
at ease
'Cause if my head was on right, I wouldn't be sitting tonight watchin' me
shakin' it
But if my heart was intact, you know I'd let you have
them bag heads
They say he dad that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that.
(Mac)
I got a house with a pool in the back
And like the girl I used to know
find me head man I live to see you roll away they'll never ever ever find me they'll never ever ever find me head man, walkig, right infront of me don't
but my head's [ ... ]
Aah-aa-aah, don't know what it's like
Don't know what it's like
Aah-aa-aah, keeping it on ice
Keeping it on ice
Oh, take it
'cause in the game only one gangst'
Proceed with caution
'Cause like hoe suckas, I be tossin
Dead bodies are bridges
One to the head, then broke out in
I am not easily led
Despite the head
I was just trying to cross the street with you
I was just a step devoted
But I am not easily led
I'm
hear is goodbye in your head
If that's what you heard
That's not what i said
Not long ago, there was a time
We were so close that you read my mind
with seed and husband
Now off with the head thingy
Watch flip to a genie
And I be a Mac like Beanie
Out the bottle, I turn thug super model
With
Woke up and smiled this morning
Wishes swam like fishes in my head
I rub my eyes as all the reasons chase the
Demons from my bed
I'm on top
Driving in the back seat around the town
Listen to the lights, I want to see the sound
Of music playing in my head
I never heard a word you said
rhyme 'cause at no second chance of life
Either niggas out cha bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit I ain't for it so get cha business
I'm a hurt one
(Lil' Wayne)
What what
Check Check
Head buster set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Going to split up
While we dispose of
Nigga broad
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be
Of those psychos in a German film
You're that cool smirking weirdo
With the voices in his head
Voices in his head
Voices in his
Voices in his
Voices
In my head I have dreams
I have visions of many things
Questions, longings in my mind
Pictures fill my head
I feel so trapped instead but
I've got mushroom clouds in my hands
And a place in my head for you
Better come to the throne today
There's a line inside my head
I dance at night
My hands up to the maker, my head's down in the bomb
I swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phone
My heart beats so atomic, and I spill
Ha ha, oh yeah, roll 'em up, roll 'em up
It's going down, something kinda tight, check it
Roll 'em up Oaktown, it's the A-N-T
Just nod your head
had died of fright
If he had cared he would have found the spider
Laying eggs in Harry's neck
The smoldering eyes in Harry's head
Had become
As she was flying on her broom
For the house fell on her head and the coroner pronounced her dead
And thru the town the joyous news was spread
tonight
And you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
Makin' me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I
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