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Soul Shots, Vol. 4: Tell Mama (Screamin' Soul Sisters) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cheap Shots (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 14 Shots to the Dome (LL Cool J) · The Shots from the Kalico Rose (Pistol Grip) · Shots From a Cold Nightmare/Escape From Domination (Moon Martin) · Live Shots (Joe Ely) · American Skin (41 Shots) (Mary J. Blige) · Cheap Shots, Youth Anthems (Kid Dynamite) · Two Shots (Matt Dusk) · Live Shots (Joe Ely) – and 90 other albums »


red love)
Push... p.. p.. p.. push

I'm not lookin' for your love
'Cause I've given up
There's no lead but I follow (follow)
Feelin' ready to jump
Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette Snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
P.C.P. - a P.C. police victory
P.C.P. - a P.C. pyrrhic victory
When I
I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
Dear, I thought I drop a line
The weather is cool
The fools are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.s. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain
see my epitaph.
Shot down
By the one girl he couldn't have
Not have
Shot down
Baby I was shot down, come on
Shot down
Baby I was shot down
Shot
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you

Nothing more for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you
I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new
we is, I love it truly
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A, hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P
over by the jukebox
Like she's something to sell
I said, baby what's the going price?
She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
the niggas gettin' high
With a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P.

If you wanna feel fine
Free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P.
Now
Once was a sweet thang baby, held out love in our hands
Now I reach to kiss your lips the touch don't mean a thing
And that's a cold shot baby,
Once was a sweet thang baby, held our love in our hands
Now I reach to kiss your lips, the touch don't mean a thing
And that's a cold shot baby,
said we run this here
And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory
I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories
This from
your man and let him know P'll love to cut his
And n****z is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D block down

You don't live
shot baby... yeah that's a drag
A cold shot baby... I let our love go bad

Remember the way that you loved me....do anything I said
Now I see you out
thinking of you
P.S. I love you

Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you
was standing alone over by the jukebox 
Like she's something to sell 
I said, baby what's the going price? 
She told me to go to hell 

Shot down
was standing alone over by the jukebox 
Like she's something to sell 
I said, baby what's the going price? 
She told me to go to hell 

Shot down
thoughts consumed 
By the pa**ion, slow jam tunes and body action 
My finger's on the clit splashin', your p**** lips 
Got you spazzin', love juices,
, one shot to love you all night long

Yessir, Robin Thicke

So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got