Lyrics:
niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break
In my loneliness,
When you're gone and I'm all by myself and I need your caress,
I just think of you,
And the thought of you holding me near
Singing out in a sweet voice
On a roll like a twist toy
Keep cranking them Beach Boys
Turn it up
It's the Beach Boys
Making my eyes get moist
Hold
Raised by black and white dogs to some country, some rock-n-roll.
They said now boy your gonna have to quit your houlling so.
Staying up all night
down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
Oh, when darkness comes
And the pain is
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
got, we got a loaded gun, yeah
Go and shoot me the look in your eyes
And you're here, I'm yours, you're mine
Find each other when we're losin' our
no place to go
It's the same old song
It's right and it's wrong
And livin' is just something I do
With no place to hide
I looked in your eyes
Daddy told me that his daddy said his daddy said, "Son,
Don't be going down with any bullets left in your gun"
He looked me in the eye, said, "Boy
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
When I lay with you
I could
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell
the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend
Your eyes will see
else?
I gave her her first ménage, what else?
Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes
I'm 'bout to slide, slide, slide
Wonder why, why, why
I stay in
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood
you really live your life or did it pass you by?
What's it take to tell yourself
You really were alive
Look me in the eye
Here comes the knockout
eyes
Right then I was held up
Girl, I was held up
I was held up by Billy the Kid next door
Yes, I was held up
My heart was held up
I was held up by
are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes
(though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light (you never sleep, never die)
I'm
it doesn't matter where you are
(Boys, girls) collecting jewels that catch your eye
(Boys, girls) don't let a soul mate pass you by
Boys in
up our cross and hang on His holy name
But the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game
Hey momma, can't you see your boy is
the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
in those open eyes
So much depth, you look for the light
But when your wounds open, you will cry
You'll cry out now and you'll question why
I can
Watch out!
I see you on the street, and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My
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