Lyrics:
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
Will you always be encumbered by your intellect
Are you weary of the opportunities, the prospects
On offer?
A tongue sharp as a knife, and a face like
breath with a glove in your hair
He's a master of disguise
He's an artist with a knife
He will catch you by surprise
Just a quack and you ignite
There's no
breath with a glove in your hair
He's a master of disguise
He's an artist with a knife
He will catch you by surprise
Just a quack and you ignite
There's
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
I put that fish in the water
Bitch, I dip my wrist in the water
Make the sniffers a brick out a quarter
Push the button, ignition gone start up
Got
and it'll be mine
I draw my final breath in
And I take this knife
Let's make this quick, I want my pain to die
At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man
recipe
For the jealousy there's no such remedy
In the jungle I can hear the mumbles
They don't know what is like to struggle
Need a stroke of luck by
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
sleep, the devil cuts me close by the teeth
Dead in the morning
Disappear like a baby
Dead in the morning
Disappear like me
Dead in the morning
Disappear
jokes ‘bout bone spurs please
Everyone know the NFL hate our military
Let’s talk ‘bout sacrifice
Kap jumped on top the knife
But Macy’s treatment
of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for
home
I'm drooling in her bed, so it feels like my own
When the morning comes, I don't want to know
It's a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone
I'm surrounded by these freaks
But I'm just a player still in love with these streets, yeah
Ay, copped a eighth of purp Then a quarter ounce, moved up
as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass
In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen
A quarter mil' when I'm in Vegas (no cap)
They pull up they don't leave no traces (traces)
Givenchy these don't got no laces, aye
That house keep
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
me round the bend
At a quarter after ten
So tell me
Whatcha say
We can make a plan
But for now just take my hand
You and I
Meet me in the morning
Now
running wild, hiding in the morning mist
Game demands I make you mine
I thought that I could resist
But the leopard in you silently preyed on me
I
running wild, hiding in the morning mist
Game demands I make you mine
I thought that I could resist
But the leopard in you silently preyed on me
I
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