Lyrics:
pointed it straight at the head of my son
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw
And the pistol fell down on the table
Well thank God
out
Like they off in' Baghdad put em in' a black bag go
And get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody
Ya might get ya neck slashed now there's
gotta heart that
Slashed and torn
I need a soul
To be reborn again
Forever is only a kiss away
Just close your eyes and be free
I gotta battle
We were on fire
I slashed your tires
It's like we burned so bright we burned out
I made you chase me
I wasn't that friendly
My love, my drug,
Whipped alive
Slashed alive
And the wheels were turning
Skinned alive
Ripped alive
Smashed alive
And the sheets were burning
Born - praised - kissed
Torn -
like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed at first, then thought, Hold up, that hurt
It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real
I said,
the graffiti about slashed seat affairs
I tell ya that's entertainment, that's entertainment
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
the graffiti about slashed seat affairs
I tell ya that's entertainment, that's entertainment
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
";Take care guy!";
He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed at first, then thought, ";Hold up, that hurt!";
It wasn't a dream, man,
on the shoulder said, "Thanks for stopping by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care guy!"
He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
from it all like a blind man
Both: Sat on a fence but it don't work
David: Keep coming up for air but she's so slashed and torn
Annie: Oooh, ooh yeah,
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn why why why?
Love love love love insanity laughs
Under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
An ever tightening wire
Her pride is like a razor
A surgeon's purging knife
Her pride is like a censor
She's slashed out half her life
coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why, why?
Oh, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're
Hey everybody with a lash in ure hand
I'm as good as stabbing people as you are in a band
Now listen up bruv you mess with me you get slashed
But
like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffitti about slashed seat affairs,I say that's
of foam
Refugees intertwined, alone
Within the institution walls
In pastel blue, clinical white, slashed red lipsticked
Mercy nurse tonight
Seems
You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous?
Grass eyed,
Slashed eyed,
Brain dead fucker.
Rips off town,
Steals from his brother,
Loathed by
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