Lyrics:
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
and Barry White, and Teddy P
Mixed in with a little Billy Dee
And this is a gentlemen's song
And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home
When
life
Yeah that's white
Yeah that's white that have you sleeping through the night
With that proud little grin
Got you sayin' to your wife
Bout that
Lies, give me lies, give me sweet little lies
Hypnotised, by your eyes, compromise, compromise
So divine, its my time, babygirl, its my time
Told me
hate I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow
Ah, but I was
the blinds
They're tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
Askin' me lies
Well the rich are gettin' richer
And the poor are gettin' drunk
In a black and white
When I get down on my luck
I roll one up and roll around all by my lonesome
Lost some years, I used to know
I know my fate like bullets in a shotgun
shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
And it's one
Shot between the eyes
Oh, point blank
Like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
And it's
Sometimes on sundays
I sit by the TV
Watching sad movies alone
When it gets to the part
Where the little dog dies
I cry
Somtimes I think
I was born
I'm too sensitive to what they say
Whatever happened to the romantic moment
Has it been replaced by a sensual movement
Have I got to live with these
He's holding justice in his hands
Lets the man in the white cloak go
Calls it the law of the land
Love Is all is alright
But you left it a little
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
a gamble
And she know, love with me is like casino outside of Reno
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a Pino, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O.
of
Everybody's heart
Gets entangled in the darkness
cnd devoured by the
White lies
Is it really such a crime?
“Outta sight and outta mind”
Is what he tells
all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah,
back in your arms
Red eyes, red wine, shit's overdrawn
Dark skies, little white lies
I don't want to fall back, I just want to pause (I don't want
step-by-step
So we can both make it work
Just so you know, my heart is gold
It'll keep you warm
But you're still cold
But your little white lies
Don't seem
think your sly?
I read your white lies ah
You tell me I’m all you’ve ever wanted
Don’t fool me with your wandering eyes
While you’re trying to make me
A twilight knife fight
Nine life-threateners
Little white lies, or white lines for the terriers
'Til bright lights shine, and they blind my retinas
High stakes
I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair
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