Lyrics:
fingers (For her love)
By the strength in my hands (For her love)
By the blood that flows in my veins (For her love)
By the pulse of my beating heart
buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You take my hand in yours, you lean in
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by here
No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore
Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm
head in the sky
I'm on solid ground and I know we'll be riding high
And I'm haunted by your love day by day
Haunted by the visions that I see
that nigga
With his seat back nigga
I'm a number one nigga in no time
I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for
a plain and simple singer
I heard the sound, I turned my head around
To watch our love shot down
In another lonely universe, we're laying side by
the sky
And stay by my cradle
Until morning is nigh
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head
The stars in
Up and down
They're nodding
Heads are moving up and down
You got it
Everybody stand in line
One by one, take a hit, join the club
Kids will try
caliber, connect, cap it
Yo, there it go
Red is in my head, it grow
Headed fo'
Let em, dead it, yeah the medic, said it so
Let it grow
Shred it and get
hurricanranna
A bitch who suck on dick like eminem mama
I need a bitch, I need a slut
I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt
I need a bitch now more than
turning grey
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find happiness some day
So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Don't you
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
says I'm lacking in depth
Shit, I will try my best
You say you want to stand by my side
Darling, your head's not right
Ah, see, alone we stand,
Seven by seven they head for heaven
Eight by eight their got to the gate
Nine by nine they drank the wine
Ten by ten they drank it again.
How many
And stay by my cradle 'till morning is nigh
Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky look
ride in line, shake yourself by the hand
Live your life inside a paper can
But you'll never get to pick and choose
She's bought you and sold you
There
Down in the valley valley so low
Hang your head over hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow dear hear the wind blow
Hang your head over hear
exchange the phones
They wanna tell us to do
They wanna tell us to do
By recording this song
I'm getting myself in trouble
Imagine gettin' canceled before
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
Lucy in
as Nostradamus
'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats
I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head, maybe more
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