Lyrics:
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
I've got a bad disease
But from my brain is where I bleed
Insanity it seems
Has got me by my soul to squeeze
Well all the love from thee
With
a suburb to the brain?
Marie:
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I'm pushing my luck
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
brain
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure
I'm gonna give her a message
Here's what I'm gonna say
"It's all over"
She might get
I open the door
I'ma go and never come back
I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac
I was a loser in school and now they cheer for us
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
get me wrong about the bad love
I gotta have good love
True Love - yeah - true Love - Ohh
Ummm...
True Love
From the album "True Love"
Written
Janky stash box when the federales roll up
Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble
I hope
your disease
Don't need your silly jive
Chorus:
I was an innocent by-stander
I was middle of the roadman for you
Then you took me for a ride, now baby
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
a girl on marjuana
i was in love with a girl on cocaine
she had everything going but a brain
we'd talk endlessly for hours
but by morning it goes sour
i
out this little voice
Running circles 'round my brain
Screaming louder than the pain
My head is spinning
My resolve is reeling
I can tell by the heavy
brain
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure
I'm gonna give her a message
Here's what I'm gonna say
"It's all over"
She might get
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
brain
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure
I'm gonna give her a message
Here's what I'm gonna say
"It's all over"
She might get
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I've got a bad disease
But from my brain is where I bleed
Insanity it seems
Has got me by my soul to squeeze
Well all the love from thee
With
Its bad boy, baby
We go by the name of q, mike, slim, daron
And this is part three
You know, like the third album
Like the third time we been here
that all music on this album is generated by, A.I
And remember kids, drugs are bad"
(Drugs are bad)
(Drugs are bad)
(Drugs are bad)
(Drugs are bad
out this little voice
Running circles 'round my brain
Screaming louder than the pain
My head is spinning
My resolve is reeling
I can tell by the heavy
monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad
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