Lyrics:
you don't like it, then you're the bigot
In 1975, Steven Tyler got custody of a fourteen year old girl
So he could fuck her at his house in Boston
head, Sativa
I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take them high like the decibels
So
gonna have their say on the record for my baby
Come talk to her good Lord,
Alright now Angus what you say
Say it one more time now
Alright now Steven what
We?re gonna feel it tomorrow I fear.
The first round went down easy,
The second, one nice and smooth.
By the third my head was spinning around.
Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm)
(Good), I look so, (good), the car look
(Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm
feels better, it feels so right, baby
Feel me inside you
Nothin' feels better, oh baby
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off
to hear the song "Smile More", by John Tyler
Oh yeah that's a good song
It's my favorite and I made my kids to it (Mmm)
Mm, it got that sweet smooth sexy
Tyler crae
But if we talking tracks, I'm the one who runs the south
I run through your girls' minds while you niggas run mouth
And when I run its
Sad to say that I still fucking love you All the love is blocked by hatred
I saw an angel, now I look at you I see Satan Guess it's good that I sold my
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
baby (Uh)
It feels good, good (Feel so damn good, aye)
It feels to feel good baby (What)
It feels good to feel good baby (Uh huh)
It feels good to feel
heart wants to feel
Am I good enough
To get just what I want
Or should I wait it out
Until next year
But it’s so fucked up
To sit and bottle up
I think
side
That upsets a roman
IXII must call 911 because the son doesn't live here
And he's got to be up to no good
It's no hood but that robe is dirty
And he
family at
Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin' trash
Rollin' by, feelin' hella good, I been up in Inglewood
Since Paul Pierce went
the rifle
It's 'bout to shoot up everybody by you
(Skilla Baby)
So many lies I let her tell me
Say I smell good, she wanna smell me
I know a couple haters
it was going to kill you, boy
It would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back
It’s looking up or looking down
baby (Uh)
It feels good (Feel so damn good, aye)
It feels to feel good baby (What)
It feels good to feel good baby (Uh huh)
It feels good to feel good
And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me
And even back in 1983 shit was crazy
Young, black, broke, drunk be a smoke
It's good they
Imma drag it
Trying to be the first to do it I feel just like Hilary
Only dropping heaters nigga all my shits is history
Came a long way so all that
struggle, always had a pot to piss in
Talk shit, it's not difficult for you to go missing
I'm a winner cracka, I didn't get any of this by luck
Domengo's
can groom groomers with a comb; fine tooth
Peel away your skin, I'm talking layer by layer
So you can feel the pain of penetration you deprived twisted
seem like a sellout, but that's just my opinion
What do I know
I never sold out, that's why I'm so damn broke
Maybe you've got it right, even though
feels better, it feels so right, baby
Feel me inside you
Nothin' feels better, oh baby
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Why do you keep running?
Why do you keep running from me?
I promise love, I’m all that you need
For your soul
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