Lyrics:
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
I went out there another day and the foundation was built
And now there's a house next door
And a neighbor guy I never met
Until just now when he
made
Make ya headtop explode like grenade
If you wanna draw for the blade
I will be like what Devilman
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
You don't want
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass'
Real managers are supposed to open
Doors for their artists
Well when it was time
I made my mother proud
You was in and out of town
Doing, cunch for an older
Probably didn't see a pound
You want beef I give cows
Better yet I give
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
Bruce: Well all you gotta do...
Nicko: It's not for me to apologize. I bollocked 'I'm 'cause 'e fucked me up. Right there, 'e fucked me up. 'E was
family stared at me
Saying, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept asking me if I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock at the door
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
before my eyes
The memory of our first fight
Has just went by
Then I remember, that next September
You drove at night to see a guy
Who just happened to be
looked twice at you
If I would've knew the girl next door
Would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub
Depending on how close we was
By now we
destroyin' ya mineral
Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli
Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really
Now every
the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used to think you was
Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're love with your
for the next guy?
And the next guy?
And the next guy?
I'll be gone and,
By the end of the night,
The only trace of me,
Will be the name in your notes
a prototype.
I think i was out talking to one of the austrian tv
guys. I said can you name me one european country which
hasn't sort of raped the world and he
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
looked twice at you
If I would've knew the girl next door
Would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub
Depending on how close we was
By now we
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