Lyrics:
wore spandex
You were a customer, you did Xanax
I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
And then smash you together like Stone Cold's beer
Being
danced and flirted, kissed the men
But except for an instance or two, When it
Came time to make it with Cass
Cass had somehow slipped away
Eluded the men
that I can feed my pride
Or be dead on the inside
Don't wanna be recognised but heard by the blind
They can break your heart even if you kind
Can't see
table you know
The poker chip is your soul, are you still willing to roll
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Told to walk by faith I still
against your will
By a guy named Marcus
Body Harvest
No body wants this
All your organs being sold
At your local market
Body Harvest
No body wants this
keep pluggin' away
Been through shit too cumbersome to convey
Y'all see me as a number, I see you as a soul
With a mother that gave birth to her son
hallways, we always used to get it brackin'
Teacher callin' Mom's phone like why your son always absent
She asked me where I been, in the streets tryin'
on and right by my side
There's a Bible in hand and I trust in His plan, I guess you wouldn't understand
Here's the call, promenade, roll away to high sashay,
if we hold on tight
We'll be there to try it again
Nineteen, as we roll across the bedroom floor
Your eyes, they cannot lie as you're dreaming
the station
What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors?
"kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer"
(dear sir or madam, your son
some scones?
I've been in this car too much, someone get me off these roads
Sad about my deep tone, keep going, gotta roll
Home away from home, this my
movin' away from sorrow
Ain't one to beg or borrow
So listen to me
Wake up
You son of a bitch
I wanna know who your with and
Why do you roll in
skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry
skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry
and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient
medly
But be warned, she's beautiful but deadly
She's all about the bank roll, you can tell by the gold
Eyes deep enough to engulf your soul
She's like
complex
Creates miseries and pains at the price of what
Not the money and fame
The same game to bring stains to your name
Feeling afflicted by
is failing like a nail in the ceiling
Your head is squealing, your teeth is gushing
Coming out showers
Heart sealing away like missing ship
(Break)
fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
rain
Oh baby, but when I kiss your lips
The clouds begin to roll away
Uh, down to my finger tips
I feel the happiness each day
Oh, my Mama said
Climbing up the hill I'm coping
But when I let God control
I'm on a roll
Steady through rocky roads
Was lost He brought me home
Gave me therapy for
nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya
Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick Jagger
Hot chrome properly to your dome
If the beef on [incomprehensible]
hyping all this pills and weed music bro
Take drugs and go to the moon, junkies the new astronauts
Talent never dies they are like stones
It’s up
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
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