Lyrics:
need, come and get you a taste
Don’t need too much all I need is your trust
Slowly found out all we needed was us (Us)
I keep it solid, I keep it a buck
Down in the valley on a midwinter's night
Walks The Crone, unseen my human kind
Her weary heart longing for rest
Her eyes saw too much of sorrow
ground?
With prayers that a smile will flag me down?
I tire of longing.
Is it too much to ask to want to be held by anyone with any arms?
Another morn
but his mind is thinking 'bitches'
But his pitch is just too much for most of them to withstand
He tells them jokes and he gets them all in stitches
This secrets eating me alive
[Chorus]
I want to kiss and tell you
How much I love you
And I think the whole world of you
I never want to be over
cause, anybody, anything
One day I'll understand what it was all for
But I'm not looking back on thinking too much anymore
And tonight out on Black Dye
much and by such by such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
by my side help me operate
(Uh Huh)
Nobody can hold your weight, You too much for them guys tell em go away
(Uh Huh)
That's why I wan congratulate, You
child?
I should've gone back home
And asked her to her face
But my life's become too much of a disgrace
And I got the news today
Saying mama passed
learned from it
It's up to me and only me to make it
Will people talk? I won't be shocked
If soon enough your lies are bought
By everyone we know I guess
You lack the connection I see you lagging
You too far behind
To ever pay you no mind
Get off me
Leviticus
Alright alright ima say this for the last
One day I first saw you on passing by,
I wanted to know your name but I was much too shy.
I was looking at you so hard until you must have had
by my side help me operate
(Uh Huh)
Nobody can hold your weight, You too much for them guys tell em go away
(Uh Huh)
That's why I wan congratulate, You
"just don't quit your day job"
You were right, and I gave up four years ago
But some things are just too
Hard to leave behind
I've changed my mind so many
nigga
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot
Peep
with about four ounces
In the ting powered by M Power
Air full of high octane and sour
Out here when it's baking, making bread out of flour
Way out
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli]
Double 3.5.....6.3.2.
And as you called me up to my mobile it's about 4 am and I had to wake up
Hey... so sorry
I'm loitering around by physical rejection
And in days space telling amaze too survive
'cause we keep doing it again and again
But the sex was good
But
Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town
Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine
I know I'm gonna
to the whip
I'm clearin' stairs, four at a time
I'm lucky my black 95's have got grip
Got my gun in my pocket, not my hip
And if fed's try stoppin' me now,
know is that I stay too long
I’m afraid you aren't listening / can't you see I can't carry me
Burning lamps will no kerosene no one has what I need
to the school with a strap like
This is for the bitch that never noticed me
This is for the teachers that said I had trouble focusing
One shot two, three four
old legs are sore
they've locked me in this cell where I can run no more
by this time tomorrow I'll be on that gallows pole
Lord, please have mercy
you'd better mind the rules
There's nothing to be gained
By screwing me now
It won't do- it won't do
It's all gonna be coming back around to you
It's
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