Lyrics:
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
always ask
These things never seem to last
Like Linda, Alle and Nancy
Sarah don't call her sis Wendy
And Ana with Melissa too
I'm digging' all the bitches
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up,
getting by nigga
Got a lot to lose I'm moving low key
Please don't call me cuzzy you don't know me
Shawty you don't love me you a ho please
Last week I was
the song and far off the speakers
The fans give calls
Opera premiere last night
But I hate the classical, give me some rock vibes
I love the charme, but
The last one leaving the bar
Why does this happen
Every Friday night
Full of shit, booze
Feathers and tar
I'm a chump for change
c fan of pain
c phone book
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
I'm coming home to you just as soon as I can try
There's nowhere to roam
No place to call home
Until we met for the second
last call
Now, maybe I heard wrong, but do you think I like it this way
You never wanted to change, no, yeah, you're a constant fuss
I lost the only
I called you up last night but you ignored the call
You were probably washing your hair all alone
I get this feeling that something isn't right,
talkin'
Wham-bam, thank you Ma'am, you could scram, you retarded
Know it's got a name for it, don't know what to call it
Lean by the liter but you not
and they yellin' my name, damn (damn)
Like they goin' ku' (goin' ku')
I'm a fan but I'm keepin' my cool (keepin' my cool)
And I like it when you call me
game Fighting my demons, it's never the same
Caught in the crossfire, torn apart by the flame In the heart of the city, where I call my name
Oh, baby
I'm
The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go
Head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last
You fakin' jacks, we comin for datazz
I heard some
Fool's gold
Digging for soul
Cause I lost my own
And I can't get home
See I'm blinded by gold
That fool's gold
Is out of control
That fool's
Nan shaytan kidayathu
En perinil nil varalaru
En per pol yarum illai
Pala kavi varigal pol
Naanum vilai
Rap'il dr34m pol
Dr34m pol
Yeah Yeah
Rap'il
to ride
Good calls and bad calls and last calls
Beats no calls at all
Ive learned to pick myself up dust my self off
every-time that i fall
Ive learned
I really need this job
Not more than I do, believe me
Hi, I'm Sheila
What's your name?
Phoebe, and this is Maggie
Hi, Maggie
Hi, hi
Gosh,
So implored you are by me to cease all protest to my cause
And shall I sit idly by whilst my kingdom's crops die?
Sit idly so though not being
the lively
Study me, ask me, no answer
I'm cuttin' your neck first chance sir
[Violent J]
White walls, white floor, small rooms
After sedatives, they become
you're lying warm by my side
I'm up at daybreak, and you've gone away
I thought I was dreaming, my eyes are wide open
turn on the music, it can't be too
these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga
but no pain
Every last words
Every bottle we drunk in the night
It's like a flame in veins
It burns but no pain
My past is so confused by your ghosts
to understand
Why don't you call me by phone anyway?
Still wait for you in that park
And in my heart I want you everyday
I'm Sad for you my First love
Would Be
She is always up all night tryna figure it out
We were waitin for her sound, i'm missin it by the time
Let me tell you another tragedy and it's all
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