Lyrics:
I have been all by myself talking with ego and pride
Go and put God on the shelf thinking that I can survive
Fuck all these cards I've been swear
Living and learning while bridges are burning
Down to down a downer whenever I'm down
And out and out of luck
Down as fuck to fuck an upper up
Up all night
and finally raising the collar bones.
And then gently exhale from top to bottom, using the stomach muscles to push out the last of the air.
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living
And learning while bridges are burning
DOWN to down a downer whenever i'm down
And out and out of luck
Down as fuck to fuck an upper up
Up all
gotta *redacted* that
Chris Benoit, the way I murder all these fucking tracks
Love ran out and it made me feel so cold
Stone Cold Steve, imma stun 'em
the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my
just that negativity is what we're taught to face
Since the fall of man we've been lost
And we've all been out of place
I'm from America where love is so
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
stuck
Once supply runs out, he'll turn sober
If his body's dependent, then it's all over
So once our resources run out
There'll be nothing support us, no
no more tIme wIth you
Why can't we just start over
You're makIng up thIngs I can't supply cuz you know your love all for show
I stayed ten toes down
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
love with your booty
Throwing dollars in the air (I was making it rain)
Now it want you here
Girl throw it back without a care (For me)
I'm a give you
A mother fucking street rockstar, getting love
Titties need my signature
Summer time, come to my crib
Girl I got air conditioner
If she is or isn't
agricultural company after all). Not even the staffs were left out in mocking her, everyone practically was indirectly making jest of her abilities and for her
everything I know
Well it's nothing till I give it to you
Pois, você, meu bem, mudou
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Pois, você, meu bem, mudou
car. There was a constant argument over the radio dial. I didn't want to sing the air supply or Lionel Richie, but if I dared touch the dial, I would be
your life straight
Find another way out, before it's too late
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where
with the games don't bother me Started with nothing now I got the Juice making em MAD what i'm
Planning to do oh it ain't working Then give it a few by
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
hands up in the air
In the air yea
I was born in the jungle where there was no life
Day by day all we do is survive
Oh Lord come show me your light
Take
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
All the sad young men play of making love
Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light guide them home tonight
All the sad young
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