Lyrics:
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here? Yeah
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Hate that sadness in your
Put a lipstick next to your ear unless you a 3 Muskateer
Copa the beater is at my locka
Now And Laters always move proppa
Alexander The Great section 8
Hallelujah anyhow
There are great things in store for you
There are great things in store for you
BRIDGE:
Eyes have not seen, ears have not heard
give you ear infection
This is ma election Habazz black complexion
Action, camera yo what the deal
Ya want to feel feel how it is to have skillz
Screaming in my ear
But I can't hear a sound
I can't stand your heat
Burns the best of me
Your intensity is pushing me away
Stop pushing me away
Your pace is
like hell
'cause the chaos they create is my roach motel
Cy drunk a lot of beer
Metal in his ears
Made him deaf and fat
Dried junk food in the floor
I went around my elbow to get to my ear
Ever since I been listenin' I like what I hear
Someone's on the back porch playin' on an old guitar
I hear
a bastard set of dreams
Sell your image, and market your heart
Capital gain, until it falls apart
A thousand open ears, and still not a word to say
a little story, something for your ear
Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere
Except this ain't fiction, this is real life here
I be 30 years old
cruel wife
Had cut off an ear
When the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer
This time
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know
papers and set it alight.
I breathed in the night.
My head was all spinning and my ears were ringing as I walked down the road to my sweet abode.
you for your help
My guilt lingers
My ears ringing
But still I hold my tongue
Crying rivers
Degradation
Silent stares
It's not fair
For trapping me
The cicadas, yeah the cicadas, are ringing in my ears
Awake from hibernation and singing from frustration about being locked up all year
Like a chapter,
Smoking yesca, Conejo kills for thrills
Nighty night, execution style
Right behind the ear, threw his ass off the pier
Demon nights, they came to bless my
was here
Hope he doesn't take it personally
And doesn't blow cigarette smoke in my ear
I feel him in my bones at night
I said I feel him
I
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love
Honey baby, I
I must be getting near
Listen to the voices in the breezes calling me
CHORUS
I put my ear down on the ground
And listen to the wind
Listen
gave me the time of day.
Well I don't know why you gave me the time of day.
But the radio's a blastin' in my ears;
And I'd like to tell you
know she's lonely
While the hoops on her ears are picking up TV waves from space
Little miss perfect she gives me the wink
So I seat myself beside
uh-huh, uh-huh.
When I get to be in your arms,
When we're all all alone,
When you whisper sweet in my ear,
When you turn, turn me on,
Oh, that's
there's been a change
You're not in my pocket
You're not on the phone
With your ear to listen
And you're not on the phone
I'm a liar (?)
But I could write
the cement ear, he smell it when it's deep
You know when to tuck your heat
And start creep, through the streets with the
Lyrical gangsta, murderer
Pick up
don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should
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