Lyrics:
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (woo)
You
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass, dumb bitches
You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (woo)
You
playin' 'cause I'm focused
You the definition of what a fuckin' joke is
When they see you comin', they play with your emotions
Fuck with my emotions
And heaven is real, I get an actress into my bedroom
She lay down and say "let's make a film"
I be like action, I hold her hair down by her neck
This how
Uh uh uh
What are you doin for my mental you bet not be draining it
Treating my music like it's painting careful how I'm naming it
See thru the lens
somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to five
And I can't provide the right type of life
a problem with drugs and I better not abuse them. They say that I’m antisocial and I admit I’m a bit reclusive. But I just get tired of the illusion,
of your woes
Just steal yourself a holiday
Crouching by the door
Ride and sway to music's pain
Searing with the sides
Caress it with a lover's touch
Just steal yourself for holy death
Crouching by the door
Writhe and sway to music's pain
Searing with asides
Caress death with a lover's touch
For it
Buckled down got my hand to the plow
Locked in I ain't playing with it now
I'm back to rapping
I'm back to rapping
God said go so the light green
you'd ice the wounds of your harshest burns
The times you'd treat me like the royalty that you'd want by your side
With your reign, us against the world,
Try it bitch, we’ll air it out (Try It!)
People talkin down on me
But tryna see what the hype bout (Fuck Em!)
Days go by, we said that we’d be rich
We
Everyone's heads have been filled with shit!
If you think my music's about my 'descent into insanity'...
You are not worth saving!
I refuse to participate in
a good time
You sit by the phone, you think I'm alone
Wishing I could be there
But the music got me traveling on
All over the globe we're going
So many
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
infinity
I'ma live, I'ma live fore-
Music, computers, and robbers and looters
And looters with shooters and shooters with rugers
And shooters with
position # 1 for 3 weeks in 1975
-Words and Music by Curtis Mayfield, Calvin Carter, and Jerry Butler
-charted in 1960 at # 7 as "He Will Break Your
swear by stars above, sweet as honey
People think you're down and out, you show them what it's all about
You can make it, roll with it, baby
When this
can't go back to virgin
Nothing wrong with a woman who's experienced
But the way you moving got your momma furious, and now you feeling
Down, low (How you
said, get on board, I'll take you on down to that music city highway. Broke down in Tennessee, late at night wondering how I was gonna be. Watching my
with the sweetest song!
How I long for the lady with the sweetest song!
Copyright 1985, 2016 Lyrics and Music by Thomas Kurtz (ASCAP 4732692 / IPI
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
who understands
That I could never be your man
With all I try still I know I can't
Cause I'm not good enough
Yeah, I'm not good enough
Walk by our
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