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Holding my pain in the palm of my hand
I cant let it go
Wear my heart on the tips of my sleeve
Baby can you save me
Holding my pain in the palm of my

what I perceive
I don’t tuck the rocket, rather keep it up the sleeve
Tip that bitch up, pockets fat
We lace bigger cookies than the thrax
He ain’t going

what I perceive
I don't tuck the rocket, rather keep it up the sleeve
Tip that bitch up, pockets fat
We lace bigger cookies than the thrax
He ain't going

They cash
Release the lash
The spell
Was cast
And the luxury life flashed
Life was everything it seemed to be
Everything he needed at the tip of his

you need a fucking napkin

Call of duty shit
I'm on that tenth prestige 
ct this point I'm just sharpener the tip of the sleeve 
Get lost mf if you

niggas wanna test me now 
Im willing to bit I go round for round pound for pound 
See if these worst criminal niggas Got tips on they sleeves 
What about

Serve the people hope
I'm accepting all tips
Heart on my sleeve
I just hope the suit fits
Got a dollar and a dream
I don't need your two cents
Uh
Stopped

the walls closing in, in, in

Grieving
The rhythms of life passing over
Fearing
As measures repeat I grow older
Hiding
You tip toe out to my sleeve
Gently

sleeve
finger tips they grip tip

Cherry cherry kiss
Candy candy bliss
Up and down we twist
riding down for miles we can’t resist
Touch of ecstasy
Flowers

and steady lost the race
At this pace ill be alone for a grip
Smoke leaving my finger tips like magician tricks
Under the sleeve is my heart
You was my vessel

fuckin' tips
Yeah, got tattoos, gotta wear long sleeves
'Cause to the old folks we
Ain't nothin' but some creeps
Yeah, but this ain't nothin' but the new

nigga givin' tips

She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I

She's a Bitch

Missy Elliott

Da Real World

1999

nigga givin' tips

She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I

I Do Adore Her

Chad Mitchell Trio

Belafonte Returns to Carnegie Hall

1960

adore her
Hang my heart on my sleeve just for her
All my love through out life assure her
If this moment I could Amour her

When I think of her tender

givin' tips

She's a (What?) when you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a (What?) see I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up

wrapped in a ring 
Then it slipped off the tips of my fingers

Every time I go and wear my heart upon my sleeve
It just means more wear and tear 
To patch

Time to pack your bags and just leave Had to tie my sleeve, had a long
Order for my sleeve, let my hand breathe I done kept my heart, it's out, I'm

Yuupp
Major
I only take cash
Haha
I’m all about dem tips dat cash money
Try to trip den you a dummy
I’ll lay a nigga down if you try to take it from

Chuh!
Tipsy. 
On a tip, now she want tip.
Iced tea flow, see the boy brisk.
How you want grow, and take no risk?
Rather boring than whoring. 
But

Chuh!
Tipsy. 
On a tip, now she want tip.
Iced tea flow, see the boy brisk.
How you want grow, and take no risk?
Rather boring than whoring. 
But

Got my heart on my sleeve is that where it's supposed to be?

Maybe I felt something
Maybe there should've been more discussion
Maybe I played my own

Don't smile so big
But the boy still happy
Comb goes through
But these roots still nappy
Well
Got Blood on my sleeves
But the boy still flashy

You

finishing before ya start having sex
Came so fast she ain't even touch the tip
My two cents wouldn't be enough of a tip
Ya the only one on the court and can't

To know me is to know that
I wear my heart on my sleeve man
I ain't afraid to feel
I don't run from no emotion
No n***a
If it's for me Ima face it