Lyrics:
Like colts about the waste. So Annie, now--
Have we not known each other all our lives?
I do beseech you by the love you bear
Him and his children not
goes......
safe as fuk, i've took an acid and loads of times, it's made my arms stretch three times longer than they normally are, i feel like i can fly up in
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
sure
if your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin at my door
Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell em black
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
You're here in three weeks
But nothing's the same
You're a mess and I start
To call you by name
And I just don't know what to do
When you say your mother's
slow it down
I feel I'm actin an ass like oh wow
How u slow it down when im goin buckwild?
I can make her tell a nigga pull out and put a rubber on
I
and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
the sunshine
I beat you with these punchlines
Eatin' like its lunchtime
It's Crunchtime
Rockin' like Sublime
In your mind
Your confined
With no shine
In no time
and take her life away
She's feeling hopeless and down by side of bed
And then he takes his hand and places it beside her head
He tries to hold her while but
are
You give your love so easily
Like a bird held high and released
You say some things were meant to be free
I know who you are
When the day is done,
here
And if you’re troubled by the pain of a new year
These loving arms will always be your home
And when you wanna run like the wind from the raging
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
themselves seriously.
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously.
Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,
Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the driving sleet
to it
half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm
she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops
tight right beside her ankle braclet
she
a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van nigga
Running niggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
three four
He's at my door
She said, "See what you did you caused me all this grief.
Your goin' to jail my daddy's a police chief.
If I
when I
Sit down by your side
I feel like who I am
I don't wanna go home
I showed up on my day off
I'm content with a let down
My head was pressed
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Five drinks in on Friday night
We only came to dry your eyes
And get you out of your room
Now this bar has closed its doors
I
ashes on your living wounds
To soothe them down
Got some trauma that I had to deal with
Switched my mask, I feel free
Everybody else can see me
I'm
You relax to let me
In you invite me as if you were taking
Me by the hand into the most
Intimate room of your home
The place of feeling an onslaught
I see your skin bump up
And the hairs on your arms jump up
I get the same feeling girl
When I'm by your side
And when we kiss, girl, our souls collide
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