Lyrics:
don't wanna say so
I really fell in love with a demon with a halo
Your a devil in disguise look you in the eyes
Staring at the stars why you lay by my
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
ignores
When I left your place two hours ago
I thought I'd be home by now
Tucked up in bed and with nothing to show
No scars, no sweat on the brow
If I
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down by the old fairground
Up from the docks blew al lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard ground
Hmm, hmm, hmmm
Hmm, hmm, hmmm
Every night I think of you
Go to sleep just to hold you
Want you to be by my side
The one that drowns all my cries
My
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
You like drinkin champagne wit a view
We got everything ain't gotta front now
Heard you got
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
keep a bitch with me, nigga she bad
Brick in the stash, get to this cash
I keep a stick in a bag like a runaway
Pull up to doors like the warriors, come
a Krakka once a day
Griot I recite a poem everyday
Kente
I can make these coons runaway
Raddalin they bones make it shake
Coi Leray
Zulu aye
Wutang
Nunchaku
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Ay ima roll one real quick lets go
We still glide out you should know by now in the 4 door
We're rolling round
Sweet one can hold this down
My name
to throw shade by now
What happened to the pressure baby
Breakthrough after breakdown
Got my angels at the top with me
The pain brought me down
The pace I
shit just a different day,
And I've tried changing,
Praying my life's not wasted,
Driving through this town I've hated,
Hoping I'll runaway,
And I'm
it needs a cardigan
I just called my brother on the phone again
If he don't hold me down, I might touch the sky
I might touch the sky
Phase in 3
Gonna freestyle like a runaway train, can't stop (woo!)
[Chorus]
Mic check, one-two, check it, check it
I'm-a spit some fire, get ready to catch it
Round
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
punk‘s not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing
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