Lyrics:
Gonna heal your wounds
[Chorus:]
Look at you now
The sun it's goin' down
Watch as you fall
Now you're all just a bag of bones
Hunched on top
(Yeah, kinda) Come with me to the top floor
Watch your step there (let's go, I'm scared!)
Of what?! All this fresh air?
Tired of beatings by your
on left side
Tell that she loves me, look me up in my eyes
My heart for you is big girl, blowin' up by size
I really wanna take it slow but it was love
From Tennessee the shaky town
That little boy did good
He's got his name up in lights
He's the top of Hollywood
You take a boy out
He told me I was worth it and he took out his wallet
He had a nice top, a wrist watch
And how do you call it, evening jacket
He bought me this, I
can't see past the next round
What ever happened to the fire inside of you?
You had the world by the tail
Oh, no one else remembers but man I do
You
no water
Let her fucking head burn
Little Miss Couture
Was born in a thrift store
She makes 29 tops in 29 minutes
Gets tape and a shot
And then
by her thighs
Oh Lord, you should see her when I'm in it
You should hear some of the sounds, it's the best six minutes
Just a quickie, you can even
A reign, invincible
Sitting right at the top
A domination
Something you just can't stop
Face the opponent
Take 'em down one by one
Take no prisoners
And I know it is all the same
It is all?
Surrounded by hope, a lost campaign
Forever in debt to hot blood, nature beats the sane
Close bloodshot
play nuthin else to say its goin down tonight
The remedy kicked in I'm feelin the hen. by the way the club is jumpin. lil mama gettin the biz she no
by the highway to eat.
They both had craw fish, strictly chicken for me.
Back out under thunderheads, the radio was Southern soul.
They interrupted
green but can't afford to live it, can't ignore the scenics can't explore the gimmicks can't report the dividends limited only by the need to stay fed
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
with God
He said, "Who are you to ask these things?"
I said, "By asking does it mean I am wrong?"
So here's to life at the bottom
So here's to life
Out on the weekend
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
and the mother
I pray
And feel my pain wash away
Me and Prev we could walk
We could talk all day
And Rob is like my little cousin
I could scream at the top of my
held nothin' back
Ten years have gone by, we've gone on with our lives
But I can't get it out of my head
I should stop reminiscing but I catch myself
I have seen a summer day
That slowly opens like a rose,
Along a quiet road that wanders by
And I have smiled
And wondered where it goes.
you, like a spinning top backwards
Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw
I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel
These lethal
streets, by some jealous hands
Now I can it's some scam, from the root to the fruit
Cuz when they see me in the streets, grimey's guns salute
Me, it's
Road lies ahead
And a long road lies behind me
See lights passing by
And I know it's the time of their lives
A million miles, lightyears I've
So I made you lie!
And we both hope
This will pass by
Through our life lines
Standing broken
Come on tell me
You can't hurt me
Don't
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