, something to happen Something ridiculous climbing the walls and falling in what I now would call your love, please don't call it love Screaming our
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someone Something to happen Something ridiculous Climbing the walls and falling In what I now would call your glove Please don?t call it love. Screaming
from a horse, but no confusion, It wasn't from the sex, it was the blood transfusion! (Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood! What y'all got? (Andy) I write freaky fan-fiction
long? How long? 'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end streets But I won't heed the battle call It
, def'ly not fiction Money slippin out my hand call it cash friction Call me DJ Khaled, bitch listen My bracelet got a headache, watch in a coma That bitch froze, it
Tag Em In If That's Ya Man Then Tag Em In And Aunt Jackie Wit It, And Aunt Jackie Wit It, And Aunt Jackie Wit It, And Aunt Jackie Wit It, If That'
by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling I used to call
it down (Well all rite cha) Yo yo (Mad dick up in your mouth) (Hah, all nite cha) Yo tical's and doc did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to
't admit When they've made a mistake While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen He knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him 'Honesty
we say and what we do Are entirely different things Whispered voices fill the room It's not how it should be Swaying like a tree I feel the sky Somebody calling
world full of fantasies, reality can hurt It's about the fiction, the odds won't go with her on Dream street, dream street Will it all come true? Will it
It's always the quiet ones Who are stranger than fiction They hide under tables like a child What kind of chemistry is it? Leaden or golden? Nobody sees
approach it from all angles and inject some substance deep inside of rap's core Take an MC and back to where it was before [Talib Kweli] Call us Liberty
they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing 'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it
i flipped my lid breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls lights dim, grim reeper decided to call but i had to take a message 'cause it wasnt
