Lyrics:
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared
Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote
Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat
It just got by me
This, could be something big!
Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
It's a war goin'
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
goes on
Time is passing,slowly passing you by
You better try to find it before it passes you by
As I watch you walking to another cold dawn
And you
Give you my two cents
A million reasons why I should have
And it makes no sense
So here I am by myself again
Stopping for green lights and I know
I
Never thought I would, did it
Never thought I could
Did it like that, did it like this
Did it like everybody knows
That we got something real
all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'"
So this is it, this is what I wished for
Just isn't how I envisioned it
Fame to the point
Time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds,
popsicle
Shut off the AC and roll the windows down
Let that summer sun shine
Always stay humble and kind
Don't take for granted the love this life gives
but I
Couldn't stay away I couldn't fight it
I had hoped you'd see my face
And that you be reminded that for me it isn't over
Never mind I'll find
Tat my name on you, girl, so I know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
Tell a bad bitch girl, let's go hang
You know me,
it's hard to tell
Who really cares for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout
he was a boy
It's a blue day
We could go fishing
You'll catch the big one
Sliding the knife under the skin
Grateful for this offering
And all
I'm with this
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Ooh complexion (two-step)
It all feels the same (it
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
It's not my nature
To be nostalgic at all
I sat by the phone last night
Waiting for you to call
It's been decades since I spoke to you
I just
and take care of they kids
You boys talkin' too much, it's time to show the mens
I've done shows around the globe and never took a cent (damn)
That
safe, nigga, third base
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel
then Sony too
DVDs, the cloud, what's next?
Next big thing when this one's through
Will be huge if it's got sex
We salute the industry of the San
more
So one night, she goes back down to
The old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didn´t know nobody out there no
More
And the whole
nervous
Just know I do this job dirty
Like Donna Karan New York
Call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time
I travel courts and dream crime
My room
gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose, oh!
We got engaged on a Friday night
I swore
all too well
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
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