Lyrics:
train
Choo Choo
Clang clang
Mama mama
Stay stay
So long
So sad
Too hard
Too bad
What more
Could have
Asked now
When past
Is gone
No point
In song
Just
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
the D
A donkey, but don't you want me to keep showing my naked?
And every time they try to feed me like a bird, I keep pecking
All the snaps, what's
garage in Westwood Village, Los Angeles, California. He must be dead by now, dead somehow, bled somehow. The joy in his eyes when I said wow after he had
strong within
That when it came my fig leaves blew off in the wind
You left me naked at the cross
I am saved by your thorns
And without them we wouldn't
a moment
First time I ever truly let someone see me naked
Stripped of insecurities now re grown with confidence and self-love
So, thank you
You took my heart
underneath
eating mine alone
and no one knows
or eating every ones
and everyone is coming
i could never bring anything to reality now
reality is cracked by
What was that
Who are you
Where am I
Who the fuck
Get away
Blood is hot
Leave me
It's in my eyes
Better let me go
My soul ain't a prize
No
Get away
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
And when he seen her naked
It musta took his mind
Let astray by his eyes
The truth is often in disguise
Hidden behind calloused hearts
And petty lies
Don't
a laser beam
Between your fuckin' eyes
You feel strange well now you know
CHORUS
handle this
Nigga at 145 miracle dipped with chemicals and bury ya minerals half alive
Energized by naked lies, douse that between fuse these niggaz be
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
dey deuce ohh
Ohhhhhh
Now election is by the side
People dey cast their vote
Some dey campaign
Yet dem still dey shoot people dey die
All the old mama
dey deuce ohh
Ohhhhhh
Now election is by the side
People dey cast their vote
Some dey campaign
Yet dem still dey shoot people dey die
All the old mama
bright
By the end of tonight you'll be my bride
Eyes up stand up time again day's anew
Eye contact I stive to allude
Is my path written for me
What do I
can't appreciate the countless sunrises over the countless mountains. And they don't waste their time to decide which is more important to the picture:
Now i got two bitches naked
Playing all up in my bed
I bet this house is shaking
Give em some love
And call me up again
I spend my whole time getting
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by
stereo
A message in a bottle
Somebody's thrown
Go and tell the world you're not alone
Now staring at the sky I feel older and it shows
I never make
Fucc filling out a time sheet
I'm from the streets Name written in the concrete
In the kitchen we got naked bitches Cooking yola
Turn the soft
No Ceilings
(Mannie Fresh on the beat)
Fuck them folks up
Tell my bitches it's show time, tell my niggas it's go time
Sipping lean, I'm
The bubble guns off
My heart stopped
For a second this story is fantastic
Sold it on credit now payback
Is bodies in plastics
Truth all so solid, it's ceramic
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