Lyrics:
aye
Smashed her on the floor right by the door you know I couldn't waste any time aye
She say she so sore but she want more so I'mma give her a little
together
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show
And then I leave without a clue
What do you think
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
I feel the pressure building up I'm losing time to be with you, woah
Though times have changed I fear they'll go back when you leave me soon, woah
Pitt
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing I know
On my knees saying
You know how albums have those little voiceover things where it's like
Two people talking and you're like when is the song gonna start?
When does
Yo, I'm like lately seeing like,
Many man-a coming up with funny little skanks and ting but,
When I'm on a skankin' ting, no lie I'm on a blankin'
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
artist
I'll leave his soul tarnished by earths chaos and carnage
Commence darkness and cold
Before he sees the light
Early demon gets the soul
Words
Verse One:
And the saints come marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van
I grabbed my lover by the hand and said
We don't know what we're doing right
She wiped my teary eye and said
Your guess is as good as mine
Well if
Yeah I got the last ticket back to L.A.
Saw the sun comin’ up off the wing of the plane
Ya tell yourself that when you get there you’re gonna know
chapter you write
Don't you worry little one, you are destined to fly
To the greatest of heights, your future is bright
Spread your wings little one, don't
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
We played the double up
Well
By now
You should be deep in it
It's all over about now, y'all
We hate to leave you
But we got to go
We played the double up
Well
By now
You should be deep in it
It's all over about now, y'all
We hate to leave you
But we got to go
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
can't wait 'till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace
Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick
The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea)
And never forget when done in bed by
Eazy,
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