my only one A love that got someone Our hearts are broke in two I got one half with me you took the other one with you And when the morning comes I try
he likes to play Such sick games with hearts and brains But i'm finding reasons To keep on breathing And learn from past mistakes I'm heading down hill With no lights
Pure microphone magic Carving up MC's, straight up torch their weak embellishments Getting it, put it on Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow Yeah
back lights come on I'm freaking out I can hear the people walking on the top of the house room flickers blue light catching my attention I can see the
lovers again Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain Sunday morning And I don't want to go Back to my single bed To be lying alone out of my head Don't stop at the lights
eyes And picture my size inside your insides And I hope you don't mind me dirty talking while we fucking And me grabbing on yo head while you down low
command the light of day, the dark of night my favorite parasite do you feel my pheromones? let the time turn your mind to stone heavy hangs the head
again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will be home soon, why don't you watch yourself. Don't head into
every wave to kiss a shore I'm not the first, I'm not the last and soon to be your past But every morning, when the light comes creeping in around my
's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and
over you? Lay lady lay Lay across my big brass bed Stay lady stay We're gonna build the whole night ahead I long to see you in the morning light I
who's born On a muggy hot morn by the dawns early light In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats only fish-heads
subject to change and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strange I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage Urine dirty
We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them
It's 2 am in the morning and it...uhhh...light showers and you're probably hooking up with that girl that's been 2wayin you all week her baby daddy's
s parallel, controls to the wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head
All you good-doers lay your weary heads Thorn filled pillows on feather beds Sing your love songs on Sunday morning Close your eyes and we'll dream away