Lyrics:
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
Till I've begun to understand this,
With you stretched out in the sunlight,
As your laughter fills my canvas
The sun falls in my fingers,
On your
huh, Jake you stupid for this one son, y'know)
Hey yo, actions speak louder than words
My middle finger speaks louder than yours
I'm in the hood, feet
You're icy fingers chill my bones
Seems trouble always comes around
Each time the rain starts falling down
It seems the years pass by so quickly
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
Shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your
finger easy, I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me
and throw them thangs
Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
The endoness
Westside
Geah, see'mon uh
The endoness, uh (stick em)
Damn, must be the shit
Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn)
Must be
been a bankers monkey and a cotton field flunky and my fingers throb
I gave it all up when I found me a goin' nowhere
And I found a new thing just
strosse dräng,
Wie isch misch mit Bill Finger und Herr Berger in die Boxe
Neizwäng ihr braucht ä ganze Boxegass,
Wenn ihr besseren Scheiss machen wollt
here
I turn around, into the black your shadow disappears
Blood freezes in my veins with your frigid touch
My vital signs are vanished by your gravity
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
why y'all could crap if why y'all was doing that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we
while the scents of windex linger
Dissin' punks for the record with a mangled index finger.
Packin' fans up in the spot with hoes and clappin' hands
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
grizzled fingers as she called him by his name
And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside in some forgotten
She keeps me waiting in the morning
By tying ribbons in her hair
And come the evening there's no warning
Why I'm not to know why she isn't there
I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I can
Schroeder
Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor
Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra
Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring
reading stories of revolutions and dignity, the wind blows the page corners through the bus windows
He is adding numbers with his fingers while the taxis
the city, had grown tiresome
At least when your fingers are going through dry sand
Antipodean anti-ipod
Living on different algorithm
Not connected
Looking in my mirror, took me by surprise
I can't help but see you, running often through my mind
Helpless as a baby, sensual disguise
I can't help
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