Lyrics:
back, throw it back ma)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)
I'll take your bitch give her back,
anymore
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a guy , a child I'm told
I give him my heart but he wanted my soul
But don't
the crown
One man's ramblin', officials they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines
All I want to do is feed my seed, plus my team
Keep it
And I'll give you my bone
My heart had a neck and it's broken
My heart had a neck and it's broken
My heart had a neck and it's broken
One more panic attack
the tabernacle
Some would say the chapel is a haven
The place to travel to escape from the grasp of the enemy
And by the Holy Trinity, you break the shackles
Where
know to give me space when it's time to
My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness
Truthfully it's hard tryin' to practice abstinence
of shotgun, let it spark, on the multitude, is that all you got?
Trying to shock the dude, and give him... in his heart
And laugh at him fast like...
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
gotta die, put on murder gloves for him, yeah
Lord know my heart and I got so much love to give
He who tries gotta die, put on murder gloves for him
to
At times when I'm lost I try to find you
You know to give me space when it's time to
My heart's dictionary defines you, as love and happiness
Truthfully
life, you know
We'll both of us be losing our identities
I telephoned my analyst about it
And he said to see him Monday
But by Monday I'll be floating
and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill
bottleneck
Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex, you can give him my address yeah
I be trying to rest, but Lord the devil busy
I'll take my blood and give it all to you
If you need it to live
If that's what, what it takes ooh
I'll spend my last dime for your ticket
On that
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is
of his high religious mood
She said, "I'll make a place between my legs,
I'll show you solitude."
He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He
THESE CADILLACS UNTIL THE CHOIR CALLING
IN THE SOUTH CUZ OUT IN HOLLYWOOD IT'S PLASTIC
AND WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BURY ME NOT IN A CASKET BUT THE SEATS OF MY
fine by me
Gotta give your phone up, you gotta show ID (XO)
There's not a lot of bitches that would stand by me (yeah)
So there's not a lot of bitches
a rush
See you cuttin' up a pie, that's my lunch
(Run-run)
Run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's a honor to be robbed
By Denise's only son
Yeah,
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears (oh-ooh)
I'll give it to someone
how I'm through
And by the time she wakes
I'll be halfway to my mama's home
It just dawned on me
Life is as fleeting as the passin' dawn
And it
running amok
I lost the peace between my legs
So now I'm left to go nuts
I can't give a fuck
I'll push this chain right down to the stumps
Don't play me
keep us all warm by summoning a fire
I'll give us more hit points by playing on my lyre
Let's take a short rest from our bardic instrumentation
We've
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