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it the Panera green tea[00:44.60]Or did you notice when I fell down and scraped my knee[00:48.27]Or when we laughed as I was chased by
Chapoie
I got this baddie she give neck like she retarded
Neck brace n all that bitch a problem
Face paint scraped off by the morning
Toxic, bitch
Oh ok
Seems like it's a whole lot on my plate
But I can't leave the table till the whole thing scraped
But I can't take a bite before saying my grace
Fuck your feelings I don't got much feeling left
I scraped the barrel and I never asked for help
I grinded out the mud I got it by myself
It's still
And though you scraped your knee
You'll get back up again
It is all the same
With a scraped heart
Now you're older
The nights are so much colder
Even though
please I'm falling down I scraped my knees
The blood is spreading on the floor, oh why can't we do this anymore
And you set fire to my life
But then you
googoo
Hangin at the liquor store xan full of dope
Scraped with the 12 gates aimed at the from
Show the bitch it'll blow
Through the back door getting
with the way you move
Fell in love with the thought of you
You cut through the cells and you got under my skin
I tripped in love, scraped up, fell out
I just whipped a 36 scraped it out the bowl, yeh
Talking bows I get a lot of those
Plug talking residue all in my follicles, yeh
Calling plays like
Scraped my arm on the concrete
Fell off my on my own skateboard
I Put some cream to ease the pain
Drinking Red Bulls til I stay all night
Pass away
of the crowd as they pull me away
And the mud and the blood in the grass
When we scraped our bones together
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
When we scraped our
scraped by humanity
Darkness confines every injury
I must make witness with bitterness
Concealed existence of countless dead
I'm not a walking form
scraped by humanity
Darkness confines every injury
I must make witness with bitterness
Concealed existence of countless dead
I'm not a walking form
by the lord got shot never fell
Even when it seem rough
Gotta get the cream up face got scraped
Trying to get it cleaned up
Dead Game still lifting
Guilty hands
Tear my whole world apart
My minds racing
She's softly dreaming
She's scraped and sober
But there's no one listening
We'll wake up in
skull.
ìI scraped the leftovers with my knife. I scraped the leftovers, pass me your lighter. What a mess, to remove all the flesh. What a messî.
“I’m made of you Mama, and I know that you’re lyin’.”
I scraped my knuckles, when I got home
I scraped my knuckles right to the bone
And now we’re fine
and
I'll take my songs
And these black scraped-up cowboy boots
Will keep on walkin' tall
Yeah this life got me feelin'
Like my soul is Hank
Last of a dyin'
Dusting off the old life from my catholic knees
I scraped them up good
(Scraped them up good)
Scraped them up good
You doctored them clean
Oh
Remember
Remember the times when we barely Just scraped by
Remember
Remember
Remember the times when We barely Just scraped by
Remember
Remembering
Nobody heard, I was cryin'
My lips moved but no one
Held out his hand, I
I've scraped the bottom of the barrel
I've climbed mountains, I have crossed
said my day, my day was okay because
I saw Katie A and Katie be today
Working them high heels
And they working them scraped heels
Oh yeah!
I don't
Pain like you've never felt before
Your face instantly grated and scraped along the sidewalk
Chiseled up, filed down and a concrete crown
I've
of filth to be scraped off
A trace of filth to be scraped off
Yet when it's you who's in their debt
The strong-arm brings you to your knees
So much for
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