Lyrics:
games
These little ladies are going insane
Taking the chance and feeling so nice
Ecstasy, maltreated bodies brutalised by spite
She can't control
of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I took me a hand at this digging for gold
But for all that
This is an open ended sky, with open eyes too tired to look away
say youll stay forever by my side, or forever we'll be standing here
(The dead
Here and now it doesn't matter
The highway you have taken
For now as you awaken
You're underneath new skin
I'm setting you in motion
And hey babe, we'll ride in style
That day babe
Down the Main Street mile
It's gonna get better
When brother gets me on at the mine
If I was gonna
It took fourteen hours to hitch from London to Portsmouth
I can picture you in your battered old coat
Blown by the trucks on the side of the road
I've walked every street in this city
I can't find a way out beyond these walls
A clarion call, "Find a way out"
I have burned every bridge in this
pushed me on the bed and this you can bet
In between her legs was real, real wet
So I grabbed her by her thighs and I moved up truly
She jumped off
pushed me on the bed and this you can bet
In between her legs was real, real wet
So I grabbed her by her thighs and I moved up truly
She jumped off
MAYBE I'D BETTER LEAVE
I WALK THESE STREETS WITH A DAZED EXPRESSION
HEY AIN'T YOU GOT SOMEWHERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE
EVERY PRANK PHONE CALL
the songs we know
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed
happened to these buildings?
They all look run down and so alone
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
Who are these people
they are too stupid to be your real parents
I've met some bone idles in my time but they really take the buiscuit.
I tried
Who are these people
They are too stupid to be your real parents
I've met some bone idles in my time but they really take the biscuit
I tried
fade it when I hear a lot of bullshit
That's why when I grab the mic I unload a full clip
Of lyrics
Big up to Grams down in Venice
Defari start
feet)
I'm from the ghetto so I still claim my street (ghoststyle)
remember me D Saucer M-P (M-P)
I know these bitches want to get on top of me
blacks out
Day by day pushin me away others them a turn
others stayed tried to relate
to make me see I was wrong no its too late
back biting,street
your head
Shift around in your so-called bed
'Cause tonight I am your captain
I hold your life inside my hands
Ride along these empty streets
tripping
Still collecting my ends, in the 2K dimension
Twist a leaf out the leaf, as I crawl through the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G
streets be wicked
28 grams and an ounce of a thousand and 8 per key
Drop by the music store to holler at Reggie and use the phone
I never use the phone
it
[o'dell]
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, it's all good)
He pass by
to a december week, in effect it's
The summer washed away, these moments getting shorter
I still remember sleeping in the smell of salt water
I never thought
animals
We dying to eat we active as fuck
These dividends in Panama bucks
Futuristic, my shooters roll up
In Amazon trucks
Circus of power Rocky Dennis kids
it on Live
(Put it on Live)
So deep in the streets, I probably could dive
All of these drugs, I probably could die
Shit, I probably could fly (Shh)
I
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