Lyrics:
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
So you can talk to me, don't listen to him
A body like that ain't hard to feed, cause girl I'll eat you up
All in a couple of seconds, girl I'll eat
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous, angel dust
Mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in Los Angeles
Niggas lost and jealous,
Keeps broken dreams
To fix up and sell
Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love
There's rain on the road
And the faithful
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
I'll take you by the hand and
Show you love is worth
Up above, up above
I do believe, I do believe, I do believe
There's gotta be heaven somewhere
I
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
go, let's go)
Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, all my Haitians (put your hands up)
Feel me, cause they know I'm gunna run till
would folla
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
full of pride
Dirt road anthem mixin' with the beat
Wheels keep turnin' music up loud
Me and my pitbull we're lost in the crowd
Rollin' with my pitbull
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with stars
to go (nowhere to go)
Now throw your hands up
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still
question mark"
Written on the back of my hand!
I'd be fine if you'd just walked by,
But you had to talk about why
You were wrong and I was right.
But
come to you someday
And I was touched
By the hand of God
Never knew it
But of course I was
I never hoped to do the things in this world
I
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
(let's go, let's go)
Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, all my Haitians (put your hands up)
Feel me, cause they know I'm gunna run
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
(let's go, let's go)
Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, all my Haitians (put your hands up)
Feel me, cause they know I'm gunna run
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They music so
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