Search results for 'Mr Miss Teen Globe'

Mr. Bennett never finished, you can't miss a call
Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York
Went from Maggie's Palace sellin' reggie out the door
Now

the pain that just
Grows in my soul
I’m just trying to make a way
& I hope I don’t fold
As I’m holding this globe
On my shoulders
I’m just trying to make

Roll Again

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

2003

a born-again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can travel

That's the attitude, of a fuckin' loser
Yeah, I skipped college, call me Mr. Bueller
Sacrificed my late teens for the fuckin' dream
I'm tired of people

Mr cuff some grams when they ain't looking
Yellow Traphouse at the end shit you can't miss it
You already know Walt he went in the same business

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Just like I'm Teen X
I'm off of the drugs (xman)
Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love

you ain't really
Got it like that
cy
On the road
Interstate traffic movin slow
I'm just tryna make it home
Better yet I'm tryna make it cross the globe

keep closing
I'd rather nod off than deal with a death
Not of a loved one, just one that I miss
Not even really death, just gone away
No Daft Punk, Mr

pull the trigger 
My goons are hella hard they will never ever miss ya
Your girl a thot and i bearly ever miss her 
She outta mind never ever in my

I do it like this
I rap and snap spill the blood at the end of my pen
I kill it like this, murdering the m**********r since the beginning of the end

Sweet little miss yeah she got them nice eyes
I'm tryna come on over or ring you late night
Kissing and the cuddles you know really dig your vibe

Better listen, like I always do the intuition
Never missin', 'less I'm on tour
Then the family, I miss 'em

Come and get some money (money, money, come

Bitch I'm on oxy that codeine
Big ol' choppa sag my jeans
Bitch I'm swaggin' in my teens
Got new drip Margiela feen
I won't miss got new red beam

straight
Grab the clutch don't cuss on the road
That is a dangerous mode
Gotta drive safe when you're
In the Lord's globe
Drive safe all day, no matter what

Cheyenne, gimmie dat salt shaker, yeh
Don't want no romance, tell her that I ain't her man
If you Miss understood, that means I'm Mr. Understand
She say she

won't sleep til tomorrow
Black teen, but my rings, they was all gold
Irony, the iron heat that we all tote

The irony
The iron heat
I'm firing these
These

missiles
Hope it miss you
Farewell
Coming closer to my rib cage
Oh well
Cameras at the local hotel
CNN, New York Times
Front page
Add and subtract me from

don’t miss your shot
But it’s not for me
As you can see
And trying flee
From the scene
Staying clean
Wish I’d seen
Since I was a teen
Its obscene
No lean

you did
Earning pleasure how I live
But I miss candy kisses she gives
I'm as strung out as it gets
If I knew what I did, I wouldn't do that shit again

Children

Tonedeff

Archetype [CD & DVD]

2005

with a penchant for brand-fashion
Little miss-know-it-all bitches, and bully-ass bastards with bad manners
So, if you can't stand it, let's demand

I Miss the 70s

Deirdre Flint

Then Again

These days teens are all so tasteful classic understated bland
We lock up our yearbooks 'cause you young folks would not understand
Why we'd use

on tour
Home for one month then gone for two more
I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green
Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens
And from
Show

my eyes blossom
I'll grow you a full garden
Grade 11 Mr. Vedika
This ain't no jargon
You pulled my heart off the market
I found someone to put my heart

substance that
Was making some sense
Had to leave but realize that you
Was right where you left

Knock, knocking, Mr bill Collector
Still don't respect ya