Lyrics:
of art
Is your Figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little week?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change your hair for me
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
I- I yes I know that I was wrong
But I couldn't see
See what I was losing
Come back now baby
Little run around
Little run around
Little lost
around waitin' for you to fall off
Like the album I'm makin'
But I hope that you takin'
A little time for yourself
Stealin' a moment or two to unwind
freak mode
And I'm bettin' you like girls
That give love to girls and stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty, your honor
That's just how we live
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
a little closer, now)
(Just a little closer now)
(Come a little closer now)
(I need you to hold me tonight)
I'd climb every mountain
And swim every
film
Smoke a little weed on my couch in the back room, hideaway
Say you'll never let me go
Say you'll never let me go
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah,
Every day, a little harder
Look out boy, you're on your own
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes
Its just a job swing
away
We're not like what you're thinking
We're poor little souls
Who have lost all control
And we're forced here to take that role
We've been all
of the drudgery and walls you keep in
So trade that typical for something colorful
And if it's crazy, live a little crazy
You can play it sensible, a king
Let me be a dreamer
Let me float
I can see the whole world
From my own little cloud
Up by the Milky Way
I'll stay here forever and a day
You
the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she woulda told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mama knows my body so
a spot to call our own
We'll Find perfect peace, where joys never cease
Out there beneath a kindly sky
We'll build a sweet little nest somewhere in
You're in a mood
You're a little anxious but with gratitude
Underneath the blankets in a spinning room
Staring into blankness
While you're
sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me, it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk
Little white horses on carousels and quicksand
Am I one of you or one of them? (ooh-whoa)
Television dulls my senses and reactions
I can't seem
of the cream beat
Never will you see me drowning in pool of self-pity
So, as a I ooze with the flow, here we go
And if you gimme an end, so take a little mo'
back, boy
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder, oh
(When your days and your nights get a little bit colder)
I know that you'll be
desk
And yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect
I'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds
I know that payback
women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah
Take a little High Life and Dom
So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here and it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In
to the front door
Dealers on the Southside sellin' on their front door
Little bit of weed, little bit of crack, whatever you need
While I'm sellin' out shows
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand?
Oh, my
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