Lyrics:
curves, girl, let the road run on forever
Now you're lookin' good in the mirror, then you blind me with your lies
Well you're drivin' me crazy on this road
Love to read smut I can't beat you up, I can't run a mile I'm not Calvin =
Klein, but I gots my own style I smoke a pack a day, on a good day it's =
Two
Pick me a town in any clime
Where people like a rockin time
And stay awake both day and night
Till everybody's feelin good an' right
Then throw
A good portion of devotion on sale
To the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop.
Got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers
He has me by the hair
He drags me down the hall
I'm falling up a flight of stairs
You never run away
Oh to be you
"Back off or someone'll die,
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
You click a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
(*Da Bear talking*)
Ha, I'm saying, I been checking you out
You know I'm saying, you looking kinda good
What's happening, you don't do nothing
How's your new girl
Do you run in to ghosts of us in places we never should've left
Tell me have you called her by my name
And laughed it off
Like
So she can stay
(good luck keeping her, in your closet)
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Could you hold your nose up higher?
It's growing longer by
I'd be lying to the world if I told anyone I didn't miss you
Way more than I can admit to
Sometimes when the pain hits
I just drive by your crib
to her
You told me that's fact she is the tipe of girl
That make it worst
Drown drown drown in my head think of you
You thought last night i was
sightless
I was blinded by your beauty and the fact you really knew me
I was such an idiot for throwing it away like the end of a doobie eh
Hook:
I really
I’m still feeling empty
Different hoe in a different city, yea from Brussels to Antwerp
Does all of that shit even matter?
If I don’t even have her by
to bring my best
Inspired by that and the struggles, my family going through
I gotta remind myself and my family too
Not to worry, to have faith, cause its
leather Nappa
Your bitch and your wallet slim - my latter’s fatter
You might of had one nice girl - my bitch is badder
Still pitching punchlines - swing
When I move I move as a god won’t be compared to you men,
If ever I’ve been,
Doubted, counted out, or overlooked,
They ain’t know to look,
Living by
a sign
If i know that she real, baby girl I provide
Like eyy
K9 it’s your time
Scary thing bout it I ain’t in my prime
I been doing so good it ain’t even
Waiting for me to walk through the door
Because I could of been grabbed by the law
I don’t wanna make sad anymore
You know I ain’t bad I’m pure just
wrote it by myself bitch,
gimmie all of mine cuz im feeling kind of selfish,
when i die imma be a legend like Elvis,
leave a lotta whole lot more answers
girl, it won’t be like this for long
Daddy don’t blink, it hurts to think,
Sometimes you’re as good as gone
Lord could you help my hero find
wage
Our fathers and loved ones were locked in the cage
And we getting good spirits tossin round all the sage
Okay
Got older affiliated with gang
Art
my dreams
Thoughts creep in they sticking and I wonder what they mean
Subdue my inner fiend
Renue my inner gleam
Do this all by any means
Im
stylist
And I never had to stress cuz
I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell
By my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
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