Lyrics:
White bitches drink my cum
Black bitches love my inches
Say they wanna have my son
Zoe nigga from the slum
Dick game, stupid dumb
Copycats: they get
of inches tall
The hill with the clothing line and the view into the sky
Always walking on the grass verge as the freight trains passed me by
'Cause
降りそそぐ雪は優しく笑顔包むから
pieces of you, pieces of you, lie in me inches deep
真白な時に君はさらわれて
穏やかな日差しの中で
僕は失くした面影探してしまうけど
春の訪れを待ってる
そびえたつ空囲まれて しらん顔でもえる太陽
Realest nigga of the century, whip sitting on twenty inches
Had to get it from the trenches
Give it to my home, nigga
How you sending statements
think you deserve more than all my sloppy love
Throughout these inches and years
I will be endlessly here
Long after meteors hit, I'm all yours (I'm all
on the headache yeah
Stewardess, could I trouble you for
A parachute soon? jumbo jet headache
Miles above the car a tiny speck
Inches across the windshield, it's
different on 4th and inches
And I wasn’t on the benches
I’m talkin trenches
All this blood sweat and tears that a nigga drenched in
Probly could of played for
all|6 inches left|Shorty got them on|My mac lost, lips wet|Kiss me through the phone|Or better yet spend a lot|And kiss me in the 'morn|You're gonna miss
glow
Inches from simple
Miles from smiles
I sit staring hopelessly and wait
Here I melt another day
another way holding just warming your heart as you
The bitch is hungry she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I've got to leave it's time for a show
Here I
loose
That could cut us, or cut us loose
We're keeping pace with each other
there ain't no other
keep your eyes on the way, pull us further
we're inches
People say...
People say a lot of things
That's an addiction of words
That's an addiction to be heard
See, I've said it all from
I'm 5'10" inches
on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches
of what a win-win game of will is
come in sally, and sing
under the stars, say no to sleep
for those who
easy being brave
when you're only inches from the grave
your love is going to be the death of me
back to top
swimmingly
if a dark cloud should
[x16]
Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [x4]
[Verse 2:]
N***A Im Down, Down Wit The Thugs. Soulja Boy Up In This Thang, 6 Inches Past Dubs.
I'm Down
to the fullest.
It's because this dick got me runnin up them bullets.
I know you hate my twenties so Imma get some more inches.
And Imma get some Ks and have you
Michale Graves (ex-MISFITS) - vocals
Matthew K. Heafy (TRIVIUM) - lead and rhythm guitars
Justin Hagberg (3 INCHES OF BLOOD) - rhythm guitars
Mike
minutes
how do you measure
measure a year
in daylights, in sunsets
in midnights and cups of coffee
in inches, in miles
in laughter, in strife
in, five
Dani Filth (CRADLE OF FILTH) - vocals
Matthew K. Heafy (TRIVIUM) - lead and rhythm guitars
Justin Hagberg (3 INCHES OF BLOOD) - rhythm guitars
Sean
my enemy. Enemy you are me.
No more me. No more. No more me.
Inches away from killing the man in the mirror.
I cut him. My blood runs.
Illusions
damn thing
i see these spin kids
double wide eye'd and rollin' and rollin' and tumblin'
there rollin' in inches
taken the high dive approach
There's nothing in my house
Strong enough to hold me
Six inches from the ground
Strong enough to hold me
150 pounds
Long enough to stop me from
your backpack
Acting like you're flat out of cash
Give it up you're trash
You're officially trash
First you slit your skirt up ten inches
Show some skin
[x16]
Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [x4]
[Verse 2:]
N***A Im Down, Down Wit The Thugs. Soulja Boy Up
In This Thang, 6 Inches Past Dubs.
I'm Down
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