Lyrics:
living by
Baby girl you was my kryptonite
Could you tell that I was hypnotized?
Didn't wanna let it go but I
Had to leave it in the shadow when I saw
Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanin'.
Ya' girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo.
Soulja number one but I ain't talkin bout the combo.
S.O.D. boss (yeah)
Towel up under the door
So need I say more? I'm
Just your neighborhood whore
With Coronas & blunts the size of some 4x4s
So all these other phony rappers
you think you gon’ take from us
Well we’ll point at ya and blow it so..
[Hook]
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out
turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot
A ring on every finger of her hand.
She lived down by the river
A flat the council give her,
Wallpaper very scenic
Her outlook very beatnik,
We
show, but I'm still alone
Dress my best when I feel depressed
So I ain't taking no shit tonight
Quarter ounce of that kryptonite
Burn it down and I feel
rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
to ride?
We can slide
All through the night
Doors suicide
Moon light, set the mood right
You my boo, right?
Are you, down to ride?
You stay, by my side?
We
new vision like the 3 eyed raven
All of you fictionized
I might get lit tonight
Just to forget the night
She is my kryptonite
She got me hypnotized
to back
Like Chewie and C3, I mean
I know all too well the taste of defeat
Is it too much to ask why can't I succeed
Can't I succeed, ceed
I've been down
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Ocean tides,
and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them things put on ya son
Ice
I'm a n**** with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'Cause I'm scarin ya, wanted by America
(Ah-yo Cube man, they
nuts dot com
I'm feelin' as I done my time
I really done lost my mind
My shit done went bon voyage
The devil is three doors down
You really need
gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
Born of the Virgin, Mary
Born,
where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send you four by four
Four for the four that stood at the door
Three for the hebrew children
Two for
One phone call hit me up let me know that you gone slide
No I ain't gone lie girl you my kryptonite
My chance to open up let you know how I feel
the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite that means I can't be hurt
Gotta leave
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
wrong (dead wrong)
First, you get your swagga right
Then, go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin like you landin flights
stay on
Bread just like a tuna melt phantom door
Suicide like that shit gon' shoot it'self
Diamonds diamonds in my chain
Dollars dollars on my mind
Money
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
and inanimate
I'm trying to get everything down that Jaden is dictating
I'm seated upon a stone pillow, surrounded by abyss
I'm at a desk, accompanied by a gas
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