Lyrics:
haunted by the memories of
Every little thing
The high, the hurt, the shine, the sting
Every little thing
all get a raise
And prices go a little lower every day
Where pretty women can't judge a man by his car
And if you keep your nose clean then you'll
of a piece of me
And every little thing you do
I carry it around with me
Yes I know I'll be alright 'cause
I got you by my side, love
'Cause every little
gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' with Bone
Swing widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally
will rock ya
When you meet the right one
The right one
When you meet the right one
You'll know, you know, you know
Coz every little thing's gonna be
the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night
but now it seems
They've settled for a lengthy stay
Now every time I close my eyes
I see a bunch of monsters come dancing by
They've waited for
The way she kisses so tenderly
The way she gives her love to me
I been felt by the graces and angels up above
The little things my baby does
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
the motto
Get money by any means
Hustling is in my bones
Hustling is in my veins
Hustling all my life
Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm hustling in the summer
area.
The line is over there. (We were just doing our thing)
Its all good, its all good. Get on line, alright.
(Whatever, whatever) Little youngsters.
such bad things
You saved me though
Little by little love
And I try so hard to bury that stuff
Never thought I'd get so fucked up
You saved me
noise kept on
And the sound would chill you right to the bone
The bullets and the bombs and the motor shells
Shook our bed every time one fell and it
You like what I like ya you like what I like
I actually like this
Said It's a little bit every thing for me
It's the confidence for me
Blunt with no
is a little thick in this room tonight
I reckon it's the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Talkin' so
did. These shoes killed me. I would run to work around the office to and from meetings in these shoes and every blister, every metatarsal, every bone in
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
scrutiny
Became the ones you'd hate
Why did everything, every little thing
Every little thing
With you and me have to be so political?
Everything,
_ "Every Little Thing")
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