Lyrics:
I wanna talk to all you addicts out there
That's got yourself a great big Jones
An' you done tried all the methadone
And you just can't leave that
pussy)
Real niggas never change (never)
You know how the gang go (huh)
Crackin' seals and countin' M's (M)
What I wanna change for??
Richard Mille,
God that shit's annoying you should step into the road
His name is Boone smells like fishy ass poon
God damn I hate that dog get the fuck out of my
The curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hot
So I'ma let profanity retire, hey
But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor
So Grand
it's getting kinda hot
So I'ma let profanity retire, hey
But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor
So Grand Puba, kick a verse
be loved by so many but still feel alone
They ask me y Ion act the same cause the trust gone
From the 1s you'll last expect that will do you wrong
I
trip
Zombies moving rank to rank brooklyn shit
Just respect it bitch and
Blow this danky dank i thought you heard
Don't deserve to bring your girl by us
couldn’t tear me away I need it every day I love that rock-n-roll
It grabbed me by the balls when I heard the blues
Chuck Berry Bo Diddly Little Richard too
eyes, but I cannot see
I left a home that was leaving me
The winter wind is howling at me
Me, oh, me, me
Oh me
Whispering to willows who might know you by
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
Doin' donuts in the whip, banana peels on the road
Niggas out here payin' for the poon like it's TJ
Every time we see him we gon' do him pon de replay
One
blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you're the greatest."
"From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley"
"I
the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man
You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like
Soho, needless to say (needless to say)
I'm alone
I got broke, I'm tryna get richer Money dancing on these niggas
I take my time, just got new Richard I take my time, I bought new richard
Flexin', I
[Originally by Joni Mitchell]
The last I saw Richard was in Detroit '68 and he told
me, "All romantics meet the same fate someday: cynical
now like what it do
Baby I just want yo paper why you tryna give the poon
Told her ima see her later not again that’s not the move
See the pockets got
Racing down Ilford Lane going home
Thinkin' 'bout, should I try to fake a fall
You seem to think that you're all alone
And nothing ever could
out
Welcome the passion of the groove
The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I want to get down
You spin me around
what you gon' say (I don't)
In the end, I'm getting cake (Let's go)
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want the fancy toys
I wear Comme Des Garçons on Saturdays
They call me by my nick name in the club
I don't fuck with whitney she's a thot
If you wanna leave me please do not
Baby try to listen when I talk
We are
Artist: Filter
Song: "In Dreams"
Album: "Anthems for the Damned"
Written by: Richard Patrick
Come take me
To the place of your bereavement
Let me
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
But no one knew you, all passed by
Love In Vain made you moan
Hot Tamales makes me smile
Still be burnin', still ring true
Livin', breathin',
and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bendin' in the corner, I (bendin', bendin')
Bendin' the corner, I drum up some shit
I think you
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