Lyrics:
red lip stick, a red bra, and a cheap cheap trick and
that¹s me.
I brung your kids to the house to the home to the schools
it big, What?
He sour He sour cause he don't know the trick, Yeah!
Right of passage you a savage I'm just keeping it true
I stay surrounded by good
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
By good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
Get along
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
I'm
realized that You're the one (that's)
Eb#4 Cheap tricks plague the promised land,
D Carrying guns and hurting some
Eb#4 words so false they fall out quick
D
ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
Pussy does not impress me I got something called control
I got so much patience got it by the boatload
You got try to harm me for you to get a response
I
one too
These niggas in the city catch you when you passing through
And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do
I met Shipes at South By, he
on some cleats in the field
N ready to kill cause I'm frm da hill where a nigga get jacked by jill
And no Emmett till
You seeing this black on white when I
Don't give a fuck if you're usually mad at me thinkin I'll quit is a stupid analogy
I'm in the zone
Clearly I'm losing my sanity
I'm in the zone
they're nearly impervious to degradation, but this Diamond has been degrading himself ever since he peaked as Screech on Saved By The Bell.
So what can you
a kid me do not trick no treat
Claiming that gyal idk about she
Thought u was special but u really for the streets
Really wasted time u was never for me
i'll be
The first to admit that we're the 90's
Version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the
Last to admit that it hasn't been rewarding
At this point I
a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not
Clean up gang with a hoover pull up a sweep the street
Tell babe book park chinois, the bricks came cheap this week
Brought out the glee this week
a nigga up
Trick em off the streets
Give em a white bitch
Sell ya soul for cheap
Turn em on drugs
Next is a white sheet
Potners showin love
RIP on a white
browsing on onlys
I'm tryna find a homie
But like some fake tits you're all just phony
So please don't phone me
Cos you're not by my side when things ain't
a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was
flip the switch
I put in the hours, you can trust no bitch
And by the way, you're as cheap as your weave
(And as fake as your tit's)
that styrofoam?
Said she want taste it
Fuck around and do this shit all by my lonely
I don't want no favors
Why you want play when you know when I play
y'all sucka ass niggas, uh
Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you ain't rappin right nigga
Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga
Supposed
ain got time to waste, wont let no demon trick me out my spot
Might fall, but i was saved by grace
Im aiming for the top
Tryna tell them that im nothin'
chorus:
Your Losing your mind
Seeing things you can't describe
Stay inside, Turn off the lights
Nobody's safe tonight
Chorus:
La dee die
Gonna eat your
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