Lyrics:
Babe, I try, but I can never tell
If we'll be, or if we won't
If it was up to me, I'd send our doubts to hell
And make I do's of these I don'ts
I'm dead!
A friend loves at all times, but a brother is born for adversity.
(Proverbs - 17:17)
Y'all nigguz plain', gossipin', y'all ain' really about
Corona
In this rhythm of life
And the mimic of love
Not a day goes by
That we don’t want stuff
I have more than you
and know more than
Glycerine
Glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine, glycerine
Oh, glycerine, glycerine
Bad moon white again
it was love, baby,
When i kissed you in the kitchen,
It wasn't no dove, just a white pigeon.
There's a hole in my pocket,
And there's a brand new
plain white lies right in my eyes
I've lost myself to your disguise
You screwed this then you said goodbye
You don't know how hard I tried
Do you think
send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek
with the shit, if it ever go broke then I'm back to the block
Know a bitch can't get by me
She want me to buy all the diamonds
I told that bitch you
places
Half of me wants love, the other wants to run bases
Needless to say, life’s quite the predicament
I focus on the rhyme and I apply it to the rhythm
It's plain on our faces, what we never dare to say
The faintest of graces, stifled by the darkened day
A standstill is all that remains
When there's
Summer with my legs too white
Summer with trunks too tight
Summer's insecurities
Smile with me.
Summer's here and we'll agree, by and by,
With
of the platoon has entered the back room
Lucky to get a pass, the dopest of white boys
Hellen Keller boppin' to this fucking white noise
And if you disagree,
knives (soooo serious)
(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)
(Manny Fresh)
they sell sad news
I was fucking three hoes I could never ever choose
Why white people keep shooting up schools
Pops told me just to play by the rules
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
you know my home
You got me singing like plain white T's
Leaving town with my guitar
Going to sing songs about you
I need her
She said she thinks love
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
And I remember
Baby, come home
Baby, come home
Baby, come home
Baby, come home
Did you ever love
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
to see in a plain white tee
And a dame might be entertain like three if my aim right
Fucking with yo brain on the late night
Old school, new school, don't
Life we live we ain't getting no halos
Why you think that we ducking them plain clothes
Nitties getting the b and she getting the d for free whenever
The golden rule
And the idea of freedom
Not just the same
Castle in the sky
Haunted by white-sheeted ghouls
Filled with hate me
And hate you
And proud
Had to get out the trenches see better thangs
change the view do it in two quarters
The first half was down by two
Cook it til it bubble
Like white rice
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