Lyrics:
and beg
Not gonna do tricks
Not gonna stand here on a sound stage
Tethered to a crucifix
The ride's over
I know
But I'm not ready to go
I wanna
nigga what
You want to get up in my shit
Shit gonna get your ass in trouble
Shit gonna get your head split
Stay focused stay rollin' when I'm ridin'
We're passengers in time lost in motion
Locked together day and night by trick of light
I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
and mirrors
I see them so clear but then they disappear
I'm terrorized by a magic trick
Where logic is sawed in half by fear
I want to love
It's the only thing
ever been kissed from head to toe
Down your back, around your navel
Well, you got that comin', my sweet
And even more tricks and treats
I'm willing
the same old fix again
The Walls Talk To Me
Turning tricks for the same old fix again
The Walls Talk To Me
Turning tricks for the same old fix again
I'm
way, Hey!
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way!
This ain't got shit
and it gives a pose
It's too much for me to be givin' to you
Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you
Now she agree (uh), I told the bitch to blaze
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn?
Well, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn
Well don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
handlin'
With the MAC in the Ac' door panelin'
Bandagin' MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
knowing I'm falling for her tricks
(Huh)
I'm getting played, got my name all up in the mix
(In that)
Fake love letters she's been sending through the text
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm
shots run right through ya
I never knew ya
'Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
You always call me dude
You never call me by my name
California rude boy
I'm living in that connection
trying to land that trick
pop up yea that's my
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
forgiving
I'm just making a living
Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night I'll
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
I'm pretty fly for a rabbi
Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho
Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past
But most of'em were
him
Punch in my pin
And begin the chatting
iChat the best mac book I'm a mac yes
Getting every dollar g.e.d dymes
Captial charge I did the crime
sleep, I'm obsessed
I get worn out by my words 'cause they sounded so good in my head
I'm confused and I'm lonely
So is everyone else
Where are you in
Get in my stomach, wanna hear you hummin'
Do you like Katrina, yo' sheets be flooded
I'm giving you body, this ain't no corset
Baby, I'm lit, finna
A dream I'm not believing in again, it can never be the same
Atalanta runs ahead never to be caught
I only won that once by the tricks that I wrought
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