Lyrics:
spleens to crush dreams
Empty out magazines
Holla back to swallow stacks
Treat 'em like dope fiends
Anything you need I got
I'll be your first thing
probably
They don't really care about me you see
Rather see me dead or caught by the feds or better yet in some dead end job
Nah that sob stories not me I
looks back when he preys! I am.
Righteous falls, Hell and glory
Noble Meanings gone astray HEY!!
Virgin brides, fatal sisters
There will be no long
to call this country home. But I am missing you
As the sun is setting on me I think I'll crank up my pick-you p for San Anton'
CHORUS:
There ain't enough
popping junk can't join my team
Down in the meadow
Darkening the heels
Of the down-and-out animals
Of dower day and sour mouth
Will empty from
appealing
To be feeling like you're stealing
Someone else's broken heart
Do do do do
This empty end
Was never something of your choosing
You could
away
La la
La la la la
La la, la la la
Green origami, needles and grapes
You cry like an army, you drive like P-plates
There is much to be said
know your agenda (huh)
But you're invading my space (hey, bwoy, move)
Too much mix up and blenda (chuh)
Please don't drain my energy (don't drain it)
niggaz runnin your block
Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run that
you nasty
See your chick walkin' by, she wanna smash me Is my money right, yuh, am I super hood
Yuh Am I fuckin' with the chick that you wish
you
amount
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph
Shit he be on it, bullshit don't wanna speak on it
Smellin' like that green bottle with the three on it
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
think that I am free
Oh, watched by empty silhouettes
Close their eyes but I can see, yeah
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me, yeah
have visitors!
I think we all know what to do
To the Throne Room
This bard's about to meet a muse
There's someone singing with us.
That would be
Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras
By this time a lot of niggaz got enter
Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana
Comin out cause
pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie 'cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my
gonna be the beggar's stone shattering your window pane
'Cause I've been up for the last time
Walking on empty eggshells
Held in fascination by
an empty street today (all by myself)
Carving your name into the clay
Why'd you have to go away?
Why'd you leave me in this way?
I'm a sucker for your
you make them your own
But hey, do I know you?
Have you ever seen me?
Everything's gotta be all right
I'm livin' downtown
I'm livin' downtown
you make them your own
But hey, do I know you?
Have you ever seen me?
Everything's gotta be all right
I'm livin' downtown
I'm livin' downtown
I woke up drunk in a cab out the front of my house
"Hey man, this is your stop, yeah, it's time to get out"
What I wouldn't give to be standing
sprung with your tongue ring and I ain´t gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies
Hey!
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million yall!
This one be the reeemix!
Badass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya
Hey bitch, you remember me?
It's Mr oPM from the westside of the streets
I got my Sox hat and my black Pumas
And my nigga P with me, let me introduce
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