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I want to steal your pillow
Want to hear your pillow talk
I wouldn't be so jealous
If I knew what was going on
No secrets, no games
That was the rule
pillows.
The only time you made sense was when I was talking too.
But we had to take turns, one at a time.
& when it comes to mine I have no idea what
talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
'Cause there's no real n****z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
matter how you dress
Or no matter what music you like
Forget what they say, you doin' it right
No more grabbin' on ya pillow as you cry through
ho
Y'all know how the game go
Bitch talk shit till she get hit by man dingo
Every time I think I'm single
I go out and fuck and mingle
Push up
Watch me cut my tongue out of my mouth, because I love you
No more stupid words can leak out
I walk around my house in my bear feet and dead silence
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more
talking with a bitch
I just finished spazzin' on a bitch
Now I'm pillow talking with a bitch

I'm like girl that was great, talk about a connection
Am
a thug.
Hitting it raw, tasting it, wildin out on my character, taping it.
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years.
Pillow
Sun won't shine shine
No more glow no
The star of mine, mine
Is my star no more.
I did you wrong but this I know.
Come keep me warm please,
Girl I'm
romance not break down and cry
When you ask for a dance
Some fellas talk to her but she walks by
She can only say no, it's not do or die
Like Bedstock,
on your curtain, 
Pushin' your head to the pillow, 
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo, 
A big ass gives me a hard-on, 
But I fuck
certainly I'm squirtin',
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin' your head to the pillow,
And givin' more pleasure than
my disbelief 
And bathed me with her ever-smile. 
And with a howl across the sand 
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound 
NO-ONE
more 

Any philosopher at that time was a criminal 

He'd be killed very simple 

This indicates that Greece had no respect 

For science
in the middle of the summer
I'm resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover
Shhh, my foots sleeping on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing
the middle of the summer,
I'm resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,
Shhh, my foots sleeping on the gas,
No brake pads no such thing as last,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces
Comb their hair,
in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,
Shh, my foot's sleeping on the gas,
No brake pads no such thing as last,

It may not mean nothing to y'all,
in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,
Shh, my foot's sleeping on the gas,
No brake pads no such thing as last,

It may not mean nothing to y'all,