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that you buy, craving all day (and all day and all day and all day) and all night (delay and fade out)
Gettin the feelin of being impatient, you get
past all the
Noise and all the hate, Martin Brodeur
Such pollution produced by all these lames, talking over
One another one aiming at another duck under
why does time fly and why we gotta die
Why do they lie I'm all out of love like Air Supply
I'm tired of getting high watching life pass me by
So I'm
looky
Shake that goody goody
They call me Fred Durst cause I do it for the nookie
On the MTV special making out with miss nookie
They should call me Hank
case fools lose love
These days still the same
I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain
So I advise why'all to chill with the games
Entertain
all I do is drink
And smoke a lot of bud
But if we pop some E
Then we gonn fall in love
There's something in the air
On this Arizona night
If this is
ain't fucking drunk
See all I do is drink
And smoke a lot of bud
But if we pop some E
Then we gonn fall in love
There's something in the air
On this
different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
who's real and gives you love
You'll see that in time the newsreel with immigrants might come to leave you passive
Where you feel nothing but calm
Calm
I need you to be my crutch
And we can just take it from there
Now see if the love can overpower all the hate in the air
One thing she should know
to the team, and now she a player
We live on the edge, we die in the air
We sick in the head, but pockets is well
We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell
Our
plaything
Don’t wanna stop this love we’re making
Scratches down my back and hickies up yours
Fuck from shower, counter, bed, and now floor
Oh who goes there,
then appeal like this
Tell me that you love me you can't deal like this
I was going in while they were going out
I was saying yatestlye makes you feel
mouth
Where you push the sound out so beautifully
You don't know what you do to me
I want you by my side when I'm on the rise, yeah
All surprises, cause
I go in a crucial rage like a flick
Turn straight lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear their final tick
But that don't mean my minds sick
clear
Thoughts rushing into my body
Wish I could see you again and for that, I am sorry
Making a list and a copy
Of all the things I could do, before hell
on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud
Hold my hand
Feel the touch of your body cling to mine
You and me
Making love all the way through another night
I remember you and I walking
Through
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
ain't a disguise
This for those who figured out love the hard way
Strong pain in the middle of the hallway
On a broad day startled with a long gaze
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
think Dexter's proud
Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I
table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about,
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