Lyrics:
Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed
and rock chick stockings
Now die
It's all about evil raps and weapons
Money and sluts and gats strapped by the intestines
(Hook x2)
(Instrumental til fade)
're jealousy smells you don't wipe and it shows
The blick like a bitch cause cll she does is blow
cnd it's swizz with a Z in case y'all didn't know
Juvenile detention
Turn a child to a savage
Just a fancy word for jail
So you know they wreaking havoc
On a young mind
Like land mines
Time goes by
now would be a sin
I need my five more minutes of radiation
I need John’s Glory of True Love
(love you John)
I need by JP meditation
Just thinking about
I'll always be your favorite
I'll be your entertainment
You've been running through my mind for a while
You can tell you're about to go on a ride
to find you
And I'll feel sad and lonely beside you
I've started questioning all the parts of you I let you se
While you maintain your mystery
While you
all surprising to me
The wisest of the pack you had answers to things I couldn't question
Grand risings ouu now you back
There ain't nothing sadder than
Jay:
I wanna know about her style
And I know what makes her wild
And in case you didn`t know by now
The bad boys comin'
There's no runnin'
Chris:
U
way back in hell
Take the bus
But make sure enough
That I'm not riding there
And by the way
Yeah my phone is dead
Do you think about why??
I'm so way
on me
Oh, no
Don't you know
I love you so
I thought by now
You would've called my phone
Now I'm all alone
All alone
Don’t, don’t you know, that I love
diss the North and piss me off
When I rap about when my pistol pops
I tap em out, let the bodies drop
It's gravity actually too, why you acting all
Serious man, your fucking' missus is nuts
My missus is nuts an' all
She rings me at least forty times a day
Serious
I seen you last night, you
Uh. What ya gonna do? Do you wanna ball? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
Gonna do? Uh. What ya gonna do? Luna-Lunasicc, wha? What ya gonna
Do?
How
know
Telephone bill's all mine
All mine, I know, I know, I know, I know
Telephone bill's all mine
You probably wash your hair by the phone
Talk about
streaks
Into the night like a bat out of hell
All the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cell
I'm feeling paranoid I couldn't trust my clientele
to lies like a nickel bag
Like money or cash they never had
Knowin' nothing about livin' in a fantasy
Spendin' all there time survivin' in reality
tight
Worry not he don't bite but why are you in my yard miss
She waved me on to fallow and then ran into the darkness
All I had on were slippers
project
Out by the twentieth zone
We got a leaper gonna jump for it
He's paid about all he was owing
He said I'm telling you the truth
I would not be
headlamps into the victim's face
We bleat about our pain and how we lost and feel defiled
And we cry all night for Santa Claus to make our blizzard mild
fool
And all they want is your body boy, they don't care about you"
Well I'm hoping that she's wrong
'Cause I'm feeling so strong this time
To each other
Just hate each other
And split
Surely 2 people are well-matched
They get along like children
No one knows these
Things about you
No one
The sewer pipe queen,
Dangles my dream
Makes all that I've seen,
Seem so obscene
Pitch pennies with heels,
Watch them roll like wheels
As I toot
that we all know
They say I'm one big tradegy
Every move I take is a felony
All they care about is why
I don't wanna please sucha hostile crowd
I don't
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