Lyrics:
that love back
My heart is cold and it's all black
Aye
She a pretty girl with her body snatched
Rick Owens shoes got me looking gothic and Shit
I'm gone
Tough love buck buck bucka
Is all you're gonna hear when KRS One step up
I'm thick like syrup no I'm not ?Kura?
Sit back and relax and watch
If You came by me would I crown You my King
Or brush You off as though
I really didn't see if You walked by my side
Would our souls then be unified
I
was so desolate before you came to me
Looking back (Looking back)
I guess it shows that we were destined
To shine over the rain to appreciate
nature
It wasn't built for me
It's your academy
But in that time, you taught me how to see
Each generation makes its own apology
Welcome back, my
to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking
ball, made a call for some back-up
For lil' homies and my dogs in the black truck
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance,
they gonna be hating
Come back every time like I'm Jason
All these numbers, feel like I'm in the Matrix
Never looking back, the past I erased it
Rather just be by myself
Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk
I'm bugged out, got me tapped out
Two perc 10's and they good for my health
Ooh, I'm
blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet, and Dolly rode that rocket ship with Charlie
Folks from Bakersfield to Raleigh
feeling merry
Sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
By the light of an eastern moon
Shanghai lil never used the pill
She
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
Looking like a million bucks! Smelling
Like a brick or raw
Went and bought a yellow Breitling
Cuz these haters piss me off throwin' all
That bullshit
belong
Oh, runaway child running wild
You better go back home where you belong
Oh yeah, my girl
Mama, mama, please, come and sit here by me
Oh but
(as long I know you got my back right)
Keep my swagger
Keep it looking good for ya
Keep it looking hood for ya
And shawty if you don't know
I got I got
fever
Slide on them niggas we hop in a Beamer
Masked up can't see me John Cena
Keep me a chop this a double odd buck
Your hoe is a thot so I don't give
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
to snap
Way back, way back, I lend a couple bucks for you
To say that, say that, you will never pay back
Never trust a mothafucker who don't give a dollar
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
more with every mile.
Oh what a freedom like a sail in the wind,
Not looking back, not forgetting where I've been
Smiling as I watch the years roll by
back just wait and see
Well, well, well, well
I'd give anything to hold her in my bed again
I just want to feel her breath on my back
She said my
ball, made a call for some back-up
For lil' homies and my dogs in the black truck
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance,
By: Tim Ripper' Owens
What is this I feel, is it real, is it real?
It's strange, I know, somethings they must go
Having the strength for change,
only get mugged if you go downtown...
I live back in the woods, you see,
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me...
I got a shotgun, a rifle,
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