Lyrics:
you up in the palm of my hand just to let you know everything's fine
Should open myself up to you so you see, but I can't cause your brains too confined
home a different man
The energy of the night
Was in the palm of your hands
Let it out, let me understand
And help me try to make it right, I was
Running
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
Chewbacca's not here I'ma do it for your circumcised
niggaz don't realize my format is a palm spectrum
Plain white tee in my hand, palm angles
Plain Jane chrome heart Rollie, That's dangerous
Kill them like Manson, RP got me standing, my shooter right
this right
You opened my world up
In the palm of your hands
Everything was possible
It was a part of the plan
Knowing you is like a mirror
Day and night
staring at your breath, up and down
Well least I know now
At least I know now
So fill the space between our lips
Place your hands right on my hips
And I'll
court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
to play it to (So much fun)
Put your hands in the air (Simple simon says)
Shake them all about (Simple simon says)
Do it when simon says (Simple simon
You bless them
You leave the 99 just to get them
The ones the Father gave You
You have kept them in the palm of Your hand like Abraham
Go and search out
moved her hips from side to side
Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her
Calm and collected my hopes in her palm
The closer she
of my hand
White lighters are heavier for some it depends
What's burning in there
It's heavy, it stinks
The weight of the hatred that sits on your skin
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
By the palm of your hand
And toss me away
So I can blend into the sand
But your holdin'
Holdin' onto us in your head
Hate me
Despise me
Don't want
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
be all right on the best side in the summer time
Put your hands up! Everybody just stand up
I got some honeyz in front of me screaming I'm
happiness with wounds in the gaps
Swallowed by the vortex of acid I hope that this shit last
But then again I walked in this bitch with my eyes closed
Praying
something
Diddy on the phone: "nigga get your swagger right!"
J told me to drop it on your head: swagger tight
nigga spending money like I just won
Year’s Eve, Dom Pérignon in hand
It’s been a banner year for your boy, star-spangled
20/20 visions, dystopian from every angle
A celebration, toast
out your seats and clap your hands to this
Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise
It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car
So Branson
a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do
killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one
And everyone nods
I'm short fused like a bomb
Lost dot com
Kill kill kill rob rob rob
Bury my face in my left hand's palm
Here for a second and now I'm gone
I
of the mirror and said,
"I feel sexy! I wonder what Julie's doin' all alone in that trailer.
I bet she's having trouble opening up a can of peaches right now.
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