Lyrics:
She's a tomboy
Tangled hair and bruises on her knees
She wears her scars outside her sleeves
Always has a way of saying 'no way'
Some people don
Float away on the wind to my nine to five, gotta
Brush my hair, straighten up my tie
Tell the mirror, "Be the spider, don't be the fly"
But whether prey
She don't even know she cries
'Cause she's so tangled up in lies
In her head she plays a game
Pretending that she's not the same
Lady who is cheating
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
Spider friend, spider friend
Give me motivation
These people are whack, asking for my occupation
Spider friend, spider friend
I don't see you
How many times do you need me to say
You don't come across somebody like me every day
And that of course it’d be weird to find a needle in the hay-
sound a bit more fitting, and when I fit in she liked it hard and rough, hair pulled, back scratched, although she never let me put it in her ass.
I
valuable
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her
Shining like a falling stream of brown water
It had reached below her knee
It almost made itself into
they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
her
And she getting mad I don't invite her
I'ma bite her neck, just like a spider
And I'm not a lover, I'm a fighter
20 texts on my trap phone, that's
don't like her if her hair's short
Like a man, like a motherfuckin' man, no
Young Money squad up and I'm the man, hoe
Tunechi
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
calls me Master like Sin-Say
Its game point and I got the rock
Wanted Hotel, I gave her Hard Rock
Legs is tangled she stuck in my web
Spider sex wish I
Tankian]
Your lives are open wide
The V-chip gives them sight
Of all the life running through her hair
The spiders all in tune
The evening of the moon
Dreams
like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
and arched her back
'Hell, Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
Don't know why it don't explode
And with her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer
And she popped her gum and arched her
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
, you can have her, you can keep her
I been in my bag now, Imma show you I don't need her
But in them trenches it get dangerous
Keep a heater by my side,
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
by my hair
Free forming hair all locked up
Like da work in a pot when when it lock up
Deez niggas know me being locked up
Was bout it then muthafuka
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didn't ya?
Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her
"I'm low
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