Lyrics:
Here we are out of cigarettes, holding hands and yawning, look how late it gets,
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light, and too much in love
man (ain't nothing to do)
Roll your window down (if you break you get broke)
Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man, give me another clip (Me and Mr.
man (ain't nothing to do)
Roll your window down (if you break you get broke)
Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man, give me another clip (Me and Mr.
Little by little, step by step
Slowly but surely we fell in love
How did it happen, it's easy to see
We didn't rush things ,we loved progressively
and ran
There was no time for sorrow
Every place you went I held your hand
And when the night closed in
I was sure your kisses told me
All I had to know
But
tissue (nigga)
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (ha)
You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you
By my penis is a mag, when I lift, it
step dawg
before they knock your socks off (weh)
Bwoy, murder wi' gwan
So tell me if ah murder you want
Bwoy, mh, murder wi' gwan
Kill yuh family
What a truly magnificent view
(Dreaming) A breathtaking scene
(With the dreams of the world
In the palm of your hand)
(Dreaming) A cozy fireside
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in
buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You take my hand in yours, you lean in
I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands
Yeah, billion dollar baby
I got you in the dimestore
No other
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
Oney standin' over me
Today when that whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by and said
They'd
Baby let me hold your hand
Until I make you understand
Oh, baby, baby let me hold your hand
I really believe, everything will sure be grand
Baby
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your hand
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
I'll love you more than anybody
murder murder, you are
I love you, so hand me your neck (come on)
Let me teach you about love and respect
Respect the fact that I love to kill!
Wait
Baby let me hold your hand
Until I make you understand
Ohh, baby, baby let me hold your hand
I really believe, everything will sure be grand
Baby
his own gun
Now, dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun
On your marks, man, ready, set
Let's get loaded and forget
The little corporal got in
I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands
Yeah, billion dollar baby
I got you in the dimestore
No other
a little hand-holdin', hay-rollin'
Strollin' with your honey by your side
Dixie cups and paper plates
Fiddle tunes and Amazin' Grace
Hallelujah, gonna
Murderer
Blood is on your shoulders
Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow
Murder
Your insides must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
If I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands
Billion dollar baby
I got you in the dime store
No other
done
Wolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand
The Beatles are comin',
make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirt-ball nigga
Sayin? I
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