Lyrics:
you coward!
Take me.
Show yourself.
Show your true face.
Come out of this soul.
You don't get it.
Show yourself devoted demon.
Evade the name
you to come home
After all, all these years
Every day I dream of your face
No other man could take your place
But oh these feelings, I just can't erase
the sun as you just march on by
So handsome in your uniforms, but you bat not an eye
[Chorus]
Like animals
Gun-toting freaks
Cracked-up in cami
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell
The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle
It is shameful and sharp, but secretly
by my side, how I'd like to jump her bones
Strike with the force of a truck full of stones
But Kryptonite affects me like the sun on ice cream cones
search for
Frustration
We're all slaves of
All men taste hell
All men taste this hell
This hell
2. own way
Wake up man don't be afraid
Of the story
I might be too close.
We're all alone.
We are alone.
But I don't know your location.
So many ghosts have come and gone.
They left a ringing in
She wears a blood red rose
Her face she never shows
through the doorway, to the window
In the light
A vision in a dream
And I don't know what it
to hoax me and coax me
But I ain't trying to make my soul freeze
into solid stone, that's how I'ma go
I'm unfolding nature man of scripts and scrolls,
my head
Nobody seems to understand
I don't know how to be a man
Come back angel
You're my angel
the desert that was mankind
I don't understand
How all of us are blinded,
By the light, blinded
Turn another page,
And there's no beginning
We are
to your neck
Bust shots and watch your tonsils hit the deck
Lettin you know where I stand
Original ( ? ) gun bad bwoy like Ninjaman
Back-talk I don't stand
Silverback Gorilla
You a dead man walking like
Mike Jack in Thriller
To body another rapper, my pleasure
Don't rate him with me nigga
His style just don
tan 'cause that white
Shit make 'em feel funny (Hell naw)
He ran off, now he broke, man
I don't feel for him (For real)
Pussy-ass nigga should've got
to the freeway
I can't roll witcha
Can't get by can't smoke witcha
Man that pussy got control of ya
Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya
But I'll be
No-one in this world ever understood me
You don't have to feel it now, just trust me
Yeah, we're good, yeah, we're good
Yeah, we're good, yeah, we're
In a town where what you know don't make you who you are
It all comes down to the car you drive
Whether you're a Mustang or a Chevrolet man
If you
a day without talking on the phone
Text messages and face time
My baby girl know that she fine
Aging like that fine wine
Takes a lifetime to find a woman
what it took
She looks at me with those future eyes
Burns my face so I turn to the side
She takes out some kinda organizer
Marks an X by 'bored
So I wrote this song once, out of love
About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge
Surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he
it's white wine
Say she's finished work and so I bide time
'til I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
It's fine, we watch the world go by
Fuck with my team, get filled up with lead
Pussy I was in the green, mamba by the zed
Now my face is in the scene fucking up the levs
Haze boy daily,
she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don
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