Lyrics:
the whole night will be free
So, she grabbed me by my hand, led me to a private booth
We were fucking so hard that the screws are coming loose
Next day, I
Fifth quarter on the way
Tell a friend tell a friend
I'm a sniper with a pen
So sorry for the wait
Chances still very slim
The day I'm out rapped by them
like a band-aid
The way you look at me, girl, you can't pretend
I know you ain't in love with him, break up with him
I know, you don't wanna break
What do you hope to achieve
By sowing seeds
Look at you now
Aids is not airborne
It doesn't just cling on
Its not passed from the touch of the skin
the first aid
We know that we feel lonely
And we know that we are scared
But our job is not to fix us
We can only help us
By loving ourselves
Ourselves,
you I'm lost, and I need you the most hey
Whenever you're closer, you aid my composure
With you by my side there's nothing we won't conquer
What would I
Texas nibiru
Drink the Kool aid
Make a fair trade
Drink the Kool Aid
Make a fair trade
Drink the kool Aid
Make a fair trade
Drink the Kool Aid
Aliens in
get some bad sleep
And it's apparent we should settle down a bit
But we too scared we won't ever amount to shit
Thirsty when They made that Kool-aid
there for good luck, and listen up
The following was all said by
Jesus Christ at some point:
I was drivin' down the street
When the police came to me
pocket doh leff it catch d vibes not d virus fight against aids unno join us uhuhhhh
Sex sweet but na leff it and next ting yo regret it when yo gone
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
Said I need aid on Le Mans, that's 24/8
reverse
Removing the band aid still fucking hurts
When you're protecting the past at all cost
Certainly results in a future that's lost
Understand only by
I scraped my knee when I fell for you
Have you got a band aid that I could use
Your hand looks heavy can I hold that to
Sitting on a beach I'm with
but I'm running game
And these bitches claiming me and I don't know they name
They don't even know my face, they know me by my chain
I den took her
always show
Down in the dirt, it's the decay
That breeds new life and new days
I'm crushed by the decision you made
But I'm glad to know you're no
moving booky
I don't trust 'em
Make me wanna grip something by the groin
Why's that really gotta be?
Why's that gotta be?
Out here fighting for our lives
I
silver, should call me Rayleigh
Spinnin' around like I'm a Beyblade
I am making money like daily
I am brain damaged, gimme first aid
I've been up and up
Do you want to drink
The cup containing kool-aid
Why's there baby's with the rabies
In the crazy lemonade
Celebrate, masturbate
Orgies
whoozie
I done tried so many things
I need a new way
Tryna make a milly
Quick need me a few ways
I said I stopped but shit
I'm mixing lean with cool aid
Ratchet as AIDS in the eighties
Training wheels and crack babies
Drug deals with those shady
People who will end up taking your lady
They tell you
Just focus on myself and run it up
Ask me how I run it up
Stay low-key, I stay tucked in the cut
Like a band-aid
Just like a band-aid
Did it by myself,
all shamelessly
I was terrified of the Kool-Aid and scared of all the labels
But it doesn't matter to me now. I just care about my savior
Like Tom
Nuance and context are avoided by the heavy-handed
No need for knowledge just a quick hint's what we think's demanded
A bumper sticker
For
the 5th
Yeah eat a dick wit AID's on the tip, keep my name off ya lips
Not guilty!
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
I said I'm sicker than your average
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