Lyrics:
Less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay
Dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had
getting old
And now the more you talk
The less I can say, oh
I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well,
getting old
And now the more you talk
The less I can say, oh
I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well,
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
the house
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
the house
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Uh, uh, uh-huh-uh-uh, uh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper,
there's a cold December wind in front of me?"
The more he fills his empty evenings
The less he feels that there's a chance to find
Something that can
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
stars, extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run
mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm
a check
There's a secret society, all we ask is trust
No G money shit all we gots is us
True indeed, yes, more better, yes
More cheddar, S.P. chain,
try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for
a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody goin' Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi Knight
The more space I get the better I
proceed
It's funny how niggas get
We don't do it 'less the whole gang benefit
We stoned gentlemen
Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches
If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all Id ever need
or is there more Im looking for
and should I read
a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody goin' Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi Knight
The more space I get the better I
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
You see girl, time is like money, both of which men loathe
Spend them both with me and then for sure you'll know
Baby, I come running
Just keep me
slow burners among the team
From all the dung under these dungarees
The version with swears is the one that's clean
Shitting on kids purge the game Rick
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
the city was exciting it couldn't do me any harm
The more folks I run across, the less I seem to know
The days go by too quickly the nights go by too slow.
sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
When you're roaming through the jungle
Talk is nothing, talk is cheap
Time is
cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
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