can?t feel my hands without a song for them to play The feeling of the end is strong with silence left to blame One more night is all we need to set this
-na Feels so good being bad There's no way I'm turning back Now the pain is for pleasure, 'cause nothing can measure Love is great, love is fine Out
whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos. You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid
as I rolled up, any chick who's dumb enough that there I blindfold up She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me for
i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up
whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo's you's a airhead bitch, scarecrow haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch hahaha, this is grown liquid
you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
as I'm where you're going to I'd wait forever and a day for you I'd wait up, wait up for you I'd wait up, wait up for you And even when we mad and say
The sky is too high to paint tonight The wind is too strong to hold on to I climb on your roof and call out your name But somebody stole my silver shoes
keep walin' lest you tryin' to end up red 'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead 'Cause youse a soft type nigga, fake up north type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is
search. I'm preparin' for the worst but strive for the best, it's survival of the fittest. I'm alive so I'm blessed. With eyes bearing witness while I'm prayin' for
The sun and the sea, the earth without form facing the deep In darkness challenging the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seas, to make up
back around damn Keep your head up Is what they telling me what it better be Sorry but the world keeps stressing me Rain drops round up the memories It's gonna be alright is
big stomach Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I need a medal for gettin the hell out the ghetto Cause all I do is wap and you stinks And wish,
mood I'm in And I don't feel like, holding on, I don't feel like trying to be strong All I want to do is walk away, there's nothing you can do, I don'
You took for granted all the times I never let you down You stumbled in and bumped your head If not for me then you'd be dead I picked you up and put
I can't do nothin else And you better watch out for the day When you lock me up and throw that key away Cause I'll be back on parole Ain't changed nothing
