Lyrics:
And lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push
about to make her fall
(Girl) "All platinum and gold jammies hangin' on the wall too,
you got it goin' on"
Now my mouth start foamin'
The lights dim
She smiled, by knowin' her butt I wanna bore
I said, "Can I have a kiss now instead of in front of your front door"
(Uhh, mmm, oh yeah)
Although
Something brewing nothing being said
And I'm just staring at the floor
But you get up and make a move for the door
You think we'd know better by now
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
starting not to like, like
The skin I'm in
Take me off my meds then I'll start needing help
I really can't do this all by myself
This so out of pocket,
Shawty you like cute pink
Swear got shot by Cupid
Now I got my feelings out the door
Man I feel so stupid
Romance I ain’t fluent
Could you teach me
U played it by da numbers but yo losin
I js talked 2 satan like ik him
I wuz at dat door
Im bangin n knockin in here
Gotta remind myself i'm sumn
U
Branch but I got killers out of Cleaborn Homes
Play pussy, one to the dome, now you gotta create a stone
By myself with a few bales, ain't no stoppin'
heard
Not even the sound of a bird
Singing it over again, telling a different story
Never the same as before
See the summer going out by the door
cock back the heater
Run up in his ass in his beemer
I'm yellin' out, "hand it over
'fore it's all over"
Put a shell through you and
Your mother fucking
the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like
Only in Dreamz
I was in a practice space that was an old house
I went into the different rooms only to find out that I had been in all of them
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
Down down we all look for the whores
Down down all fall to the floor when the dogs come through the door
Now we ain't gotta worry no more
The globe is
handle
You don't ever wanna see me
Flyin' off the handle
I can rip your front door
Off by the fuckin' handle!
I want it all, I want it all
Won't stop
because I only step out at night
I ain't got no time to beef witchu I might just take ya life
Feel like I'm 13,000 years old been grinding all my life
I
and then I scream out
"The world is a mess, and all my other doors are locked"
And now I am led by a blind man
Because a wise man once told me, that only
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
like AAAAAHHH!
That's why I'm in it and I can't get out
That's all dem can do
(Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?)
That's why I'm in it and I can't get
I've been sitting on my bed, I'm lonely
Locked all the doors and the gaps, no light in
Reach me out, I'm lost not hiding
Show yourself, before I'm
scraps, For pennies a day, barely making our way.
V31 Husband
I urge you, say no more, I command you, my wife. Don’t walk out that door, you’re ruining
ass the door
I got that brand new sound
Built it up from underground
Got that fire by the pound
So light the gas and hit the ground
Yo I got that brand
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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