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Love Stories

Ghostface Killah

Hidden Darts

2007

everything I need
Never to much

Snatched the princess
Tricks keep searchin' for the glass slipper
The first time the brides maid zipped the zipper
Then

glass
Blackspades taking tasks short or Little not down the middle

Gettin to the bag aye aye aye aye aye 
Swagger so silky but nigga don't Milk me don't

Like milk you sound
The fragrant taste of rum is on the my lips
And rough taste of your perfume
Oh, could you wait forever
And no one wait for you

Milk And Honey 

Milk and honey on a Monday
drinking coffee
words fly across the table
conversation starting up my heart
like an old engine rattling

up to me, I don't deal
With the back talk, nigga be so fly
Just like a pterodactyl, milk in a bitch
Mouth, yeah she drinking the lactose
Did I mention,

fire down upon your vantage spot.


So this, ima take trip, like off the beaten path, I'll beat you bad, like you were glass, I know its crass, but kiss

$20 for a single drink
So most of the time, I just sneak in a flask
Pour it into my glass
So if anyone asks why "I'm drunk"
Tell 'em this is how I

fair
Were playing at the ball
And out then came fair Jenny
The flower among them all

Four and twenty ladies fair
Adorned in jewels and glass
And out

liquid smooth
Like a glass of voss with this

That airborne friction be real
I've seen the enemy
All that kill in their face
Type to religiously
Put an end

my family tonight
Fuck Santa Claus
Fuck reindeer
Fuck the elves
And fuck Frosty the Snowman
Fuck trees
Fuck cookies and milk
Fuck presents
And fuck

the dividends
Absolute power corrupts, let’s do some difference

Ah, uh I’m moving
(Moving, moving)

Verse 2:
Let me expand on that shit, my glass always half

Sweep up your love tones, There's no use, it's spilled milk now. You left me with bare bones, Exit, stage left, bow.
Chorus: We're playing different games

get mad bout this huh
Burn a bridge then wonder why you can't cross
Can't cry spilled milk ,that's yo loss
Can't cry spilled milk, that's yo loss
How

It's like being in a cabin
In the middle of the land
Late afternoon sunlight

Flashing on my eye
Right through the window glass
Comes right through

and them Air Jordan #5
Mama baking sweet potato pies and Pops had a big ol'glass of eggnog
So I can't forget to leave the cookies and milk
And I'm bout to go

bat crazy call the bitch bat hoe
Can't milk me baby
I'm lactose
It's the god baby I ain't where the trap go
But I'm good like ah muthafuckin trap door
I

a priestess
She's either rare or well-done
She's a fake paper flower
She's a stomach ache in the Maughan
She's a glass eye on the bedside
She's the milk made

the milk in my cup of tea
You light the lights on my Christmas tree
You're not perfect but you're perfect for me

Ain't no glass bottles it's all easy

Milk and honey
Build our walls to keep it in
Build our walls to keep it in
Electric money
Build our walls to keep it in
Build our walls to keep it in

In the land of milk and honey
Turned to vinegar and piss
Give me the fucking button
I'll turn this world to glass
I'm fucking tired of it
The more I

attention
On lifting up your sadness
Keeping your heart afire
I hear the words sustain all fuzzy sentiments
Set the pieces into place ingesting all that milk

at me is like losing your top like you just aint think

Bottom of the glass hoping I dont sink
Thinking bout the past as I pour this drink
Is it really so

and you know he's gonna want some sin.
Transmutations into glass gods and fat wads.
When the cookie crumbles, you're gonna wish you'd stuck to milk.

So

provided

And in all this desert
And in all this dryness
Here's a cool glass of water
Here's a tall drink of water

Her name is Mary, oh Mary
Mother of God