I?m a writer of a language that?s both beautiful and tragic translating on the page every letter?s an admission sentence bringing to fruition things i
I?m a writer of a language that?s both beautiful and tragic translating on the page every letter?s an admission sentence bringing to fruition things
and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be Better call a
the strip if u hit the glass, Yo switch it cass, I can change the flow yo, You the type cat to give my name to popo, You a rat, You a lame wit no dough
don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. In the dark sits a sad cliche Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness
, she'll have a large wagnarian mother, with a voice that shatters glass, Let a woman in your life, Let a woman in your life, Let a woman in your
my back up pimpin' Talkin' down is a thing of the past Instead of trippin' off of me, you should be gettin' your cash I got a lotta paparazzi tryin' to see through my glass
there aint no stoppin (high) before they open you slow Im a chapter in you text book Read me like a check book Mistook love at first sight for a sex
Feds is after us, vest on my back Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin' A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin' A
To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in
Hush, can't talk about it Hush, dance all around it Everybody's doin' it, old and young Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue, hush Mama makes
goin I just need a steet address That got her to blush, I told her if she not in a rush, i know this lil spot on the hush It?s like a pop hub, mixed
sift through the hour glass We realize that an hours passed And not a person here is innocent Were both as guilty as a sin It must have rained all through
the street. It?s 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown. We slip through mansions with fences full-grown. We slip through streetlights
laughed with their health/ but the whispers in the wind said a war was a brewina??/ (a war was a brewina??, a war was a brewina??)/ From a family of
soon be dead Marry me he said, God he's ugly but fortune is ours Running in the gardens enjoying men, women and flowers Then I break a glass and I slit
you a diamond ring And If that diamond ring is brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass And if that looking glass gets broke Papa's gonna buy you a
