Lyrics:
kissed me on the mouth.
Said, "There's more where that came from.
Oh baby there's more."
Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her home.
Into bed with
It's a beautiful night
Except I'm alone
Upstairs I can hear the neighbors moan
A car drives by with loud music on
I raise my glass and sing
We're driving past
Unspoiled road signs
Gleaming in the moon light
To trace edge of
That bitter sweet coastline
That keeps us captive
By
battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My
of my Chevy fog up the windows
Made love to sweet lady our favorite song
Kept it moving slow and steady to the tempo
Then we would lay there and hold
Virginia, she's a rose
We went walking by the shady harpeth
The morning wind blew her hair across her face
She held my hand, I whispered her name
She's
Brother's sweatin' my techniques
They can't compete, I'm too sweet
In fact I'm magnifique
I got a insatiable appetite
For eating rappers out of sheer
at home, she smiles next to me
She's sweet like candy, we live comfortably
Her name's on my hip, where I tattooed it
But when I get too high in my
(Verse 2)
oooooo...when u come home u say there's nothin 2 do......by
the way u actin i should leave yo bitch ass and ACT
A FOO...girl u were so special.
from flemo
This was a hit before it was a demo
Went to the studio with Pete
And Anthony to lay down the beats
And now, it's just too damn sweet
I'm
faces, so many devices in the
Sweet smile of the talk-show host
To the suicide celebrity ghost
That's me, yeah,
The ace in the hole of America's
beef, bone appetite
Son you're too sweet, so you take shots like diabetics
The spotlight, flash a p set you photogenic
You are protected, but these
the table
Tequila Sheila, Prairie fires lit up the night.
Tequila Sheila-la-la-la-la, got me feelin' alright
Oh her sweet Texas smile and hair hangin' free.
(By Tracey Bryn & David Motion)
(in loving memory of Marlon, 1958 - 1993)
There is somewhere in the sun where we can run all day
And when it's warm
There's nothing like a big old lie
A good record and a smoke to pass time by
Music gets me in the mood
It all kicks in and I sit back
And think
Shopping for my last Christmas treats
Some cookies for Santa made by my little ones
Some homemade reindeer food, sweet rolls for Christmas morn
All these
the passion
I’m stuck to that booty
I got the latch on
Baby girl party done
What you finna do
I’m Trynna take you home
Show you a thing 2
Baby girl I’m super
I'm smoking cigarettes in the shower
If they get wet then I'mma just light another
Angels pass me by then drown in the water
If I can't swim in this
"Sugar babies, their ambition is a sweet life of pampered luxury
Paid for by older, sometimes much older men"
Dressed in that leather
That salt
trying to hide
Light talks, slight walks, a few cloudy vibes
Small hints, sweet scents with you by my side
It's a shame I don't know what to say
Got me
on the iPhone
Back home, its a two man team
Got o's, got chips, good cereal to eat
Cut the sweets out the whole criteria
Never stop. The clock ain't that serious
me
They in arm's reach
We hit TAO, we hit Katana
I ain't never fed you corned beef
Blowing 'Woods, hammers laying around
We at home deep on the floor
like
Koo koo, koo koo, koo kooooooeeeyaaaeeyyaa
Straight Like Froo Froo try Me I Go Koo Koo
I got money by the Bookoos
Still Boxin all On Youtube
If you
and I got a dog at home, I gave it Alpo
And I take shit, so
You could call me repo man
And she said she a fan of me, so she stan
And this blunt got me
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