Lyrics:
He'll haunt you down and steal your heart away
Pay no attention to his silver tongue be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one
four, hey
Yeah, talk to two by four
It don't take no more
Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, come on
Talk to two by four
Talk to two by four
be the end of us baby
I crave to have a lot more of
The pure and bare taste of your love
Now I'm accustomed to hell
I am burning, can't you tell?
I
me back no more
I get so low
But I float so high
When I feel so down and I don't know why
Gotta get by but everything a right
No love found
Just
eye, refusing to die
Visions of Hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fuckin' arm off and made an escape
"Kill mark, on the way
No way, goddamnit,
eye, refusing to die
Visions of Hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fuckin' arm off and made an escape
"Kill mark, on the way
No way, goddamnit,
that you stood by
Searching heaven and hell for things I could try
One for yes, two for no
Do I need your lies
The only way to get out
Is to believe I'm
no more
They want Yami, I'm chopped liver!
Well if you want Yami this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of yaoi fanart of Yami Bakura
Some card games
Usin up all my product no money when its time
To pay me so now there's trouble
If pain came in a shot you about to get a double
I hope you're drunk so
the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that
now
That if you cross somebody
He'll pay you with interest
Now it's the end of the road
Noone to help
Noone to save
No friends left any more
You've
ain't a dream
Then I'm locked up in the back
Back of my mind
More like back of a cell
Maybe I died and got sent straight to jail
I mean hell
What's
Uh, it's crazy how I met Kanye
Shit it's crazy to think I almost called off of work that day
I still went that day, ain't wanna miss that pay
I'm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
doing so let’s pay no mind
This took longer than expected sorry for the wait
Look I’m stronger more perfected in my current state
They all seem out
down on the dole-queue
He should have signed on yesterday
Even if he was a carpenter and she was his lady
He still wouldn't be able to make it pay
No
desire
DJs come and go just like the wind
But mine is better than all of them
She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut
More lethal than
Bills
And he like nice shit
Let me paint this pic
He been climbing the ladder
Not making no music
His pocket get fatter
Convincing himself
Just one more
Hell ya betta tell him that he ain't gon find
No bitch that's like me
Good cat, more cash, hell na never lose
Ya that's unlikely
More cash, take that, I
Stay protected by the cross baby
Let me show you off
No more feeling lost
Here's a coin that you can toss
Say goodbye to what you lost
Say hello
go to hell
I heard it's swell
You not the one
I took a L
Sink or sail
Rather be here by myself then in a cell
BOL BOL BOL
Best of luck BOL
Best of luck
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