Lyrics:
you want? Which ones do you want?"
"I'm not picky, give me any kind
Give me all of 'em, yeah, just toss 'em in
Keep it movin' though, I'm runnin' low
Cl’ Che but you can call me Ms West
The only rap chick in South Park
In the library history chest
SPC, SUC, you can run across me
Legendary emcee
Every
eclipses
So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse
The bullshit they got us listening to in this existence
Don't give up now just a little more
Okay?
I want you to give me your best table.
Okay, the best table Know what I'm sayin'?
By the window over the view and shit Alright?
And also I need
back in the bullet proof vest
I’m walking on roads nobody’s been down
Picking up things that will never be found
Give a little more and take a little
was rollin' by...
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither
I said the years was rollin' by . . .
You'll see now!
There
You guy, you know what, you're nuts, you're all nuts
You've been focused so hard on making it, you forgot about one little thing
It's called
, give a little"
Piece by piece, I'm slipping away
Hey, be kind, be patient
Be hard to please
It seems contradicting, but do it honestly
Just give
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you, brother
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
was in the Winter, Ha, it was real cold
See quarterback was wack we had to kick that field goal
You know Chicago we go hard on the D and
This beat by
freak
Cause I know you like I know a puzzle
Her little nieces got the pieces to distort ya hustle
You like a Russell, without the Simmons
Hard, full
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
By
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
all night
Lost by the river cross the turnpike
Somewhere near nowhere is my favorite thing to do
What you say girl me and you
Go get a little lost
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
that You care
I'm hoping that You'll be there even when I'm in despair
Talk to me cause I just wanna listen
I hate I'm always talking tryna give my own
Give up your life for the virtual clap
Shear off the weird and then watch 'em appear
Now you're a spiritless fearless little lyricist
Shear off
makes legal and illegal things clear
Indeed, we have sent it down as an Arabic Qur'an, in order that you may understand
We relate to you, O Muhammad,
about me, yo, let's talk about you
And all the wonderful things that you and I can do"
I popped some trash and in a little bit of time
I showed some
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
Hang on to the world as it spins around
Just don't let the spin get you down
Things are moving fast
Hold on tight and you will last
Away... Away
clean
And I don't give a fuck 'bout
Money 'cause I know I'm fly
Bitch, I know I'm fly, bitch
I know I'm fly
If you know you fly, hands up in the sky
Discuss these little things you give away by linkin park Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In