Lyrics:
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
expect me to believe the scene that you`re describing
Hey there Mr Blue
I`m hurting just by listening to what you`ve been through
Poor baby,
The friends you have – they are also bad
Your boyfriend doesn’t care about you
It hurts you, but you stand by him
The life I can give you, is what you have
was so obvious
You were never mine
Not by heart, you just forced your mind
Guess I'm moving on
Now it hurts, but I'll be alright
I'm so, I'm so tired
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
Let me take you to the crib, let me ease your soul (my love)
I'm gonna take it really nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) bitch it's me again
Kickin' in your fuckin'
buryin' my thug passion
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder
Things are going to slide, slide
your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder
Things are going to slide, slide
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
cross her up like I'm Kyrie Irving
And then she told me she was hungry but it's only D that I'm serving
And then she fouled out but I still hit 3 point
got tired of being lead around by the nose.
You didn’t want him. What you holdin’ on for?
Didn’t wanna make him happy and you drained him poor.
So, he
I'm just tryna' be me, I'm tired of all the fake
I been saying it's my time, I'm tired of being late
I'm tired of falling asleep, exhausted every
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
failure or success
What you don't get it, it doesn't fucking matter if your depressed
It doesn't matter if your rich, doesn't matter if your poor
Even Heath
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
to do
Oh, your lady's tired of you running around
And if you don't stop she'll put you down
Says she's got some good to give
All of her love
minute
That He gave me in this life
So I pray some more
Even if I live poor
You gotta give thanks to God
That's for sure
I thank God for everything that I
Keep pilling in the kitchen sink
I'm tired of you cinque me but you keep blinking me
When your energy is weaken me
Shall I put you back into the deep sea
that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for
him
There'll always be some boys in Berlin
We could always give it some more
Caught you with your foot out the door
Your friends say don't you worry
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
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