Lyrics:
that shit from Canada (nose cold)
She stripped on my North Pole (Moneymusik)
Got that shit on camera (she stripped on my North Pole)
First thing
moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
(And the road becomes my bride)
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
close by
Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
To see her in that negligee
Is really just too much
My blood runs cold
Yeah, my
From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold
Death is tensing to explode
Inquisitioners sought her
Scenting the bent in her veins
Stripped
the serpent’s dance, she finds her way,
Through the darkness, through the fray,
Every step a silent cry,
For the love that passed her by.
Twist and turn,
mind
As he approaches the patio, yeah
What is he gonna' find?
Such an exciting scenario
So close to the edge
Hanging by a thread
So close to the edge
to cover it
Why is she constantly being stripped of her modesty
Well, my sister, you inform them if you must. Say, modesty is my right. Modesty is my choice
to the original garden
Two figures. Two virgins
Freedom. A liberated pair
Lay on the grass, stripped of their past side by side
Future. A brave new world to see
is true
How much 'd be left of the conversation
When complaining 'bout the absent’s stripped away
How much 'd be left of the conversation
When
head is saying yes but my feet is stallin'
So many walkin', by the end they fallin'
But I got to have it, like Eve and the apple
She had to grab it, I
the heart
Unaware by the pain
They caused
She's dead
But she's alive
Rotting in her room
Always asking one question
The question is
Why?
She used to walk
She is all I ever wanted
She could make me lie
I don't think she's dead or anything, but I still feel haunted
There's something in the way she
Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face.
Stripped down when she went down and that's all.
And where is art?
It's in the tears
runnin out
Precious time is a grain of sand
Ignored by the hand
(Work hard man everyday)
Work hard man everyday (for who?)
For another man's plan
Man
all your options and beat them till they bled
Your anger is your downfall, she's lying in your bed
Running outta help, running outta steam
Got to get
she takes control of you, she sees your inner desire
bounded by her obscurity, you see a reflection of yourself
in her arms, in your head and in her
Hallucinations of her in my eyes and I am drawn
To the city, the music, the colour, the life
And Magdalena
Stripped to the bone by the cold wind that blows
For
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
keeping me active
She looks good
The girl's attractive
She looks good chip beef such a miracle fray
I slice through me when I call her name
Ain't no
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
I'll take you there.
We're lying by the ocean, our western breeze is still
She's the heart of all seasons, a mother to my soul
When the century is
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