Lyrics:
silhouettes by the cash machine make a lovers dance
It's a tango for the lonely wives of the business class
Lying in my bed
Watching my mistakes
I listen
the units and I dramatize the eulog'
Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted
All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited
I
off grounds
Fire off many a rounds
I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives, actin like girls
Get feminine when handlin guns
You could run
since last week
Ain't said a prayer this whole year
My past deep
Party hard, drink liquor and fuck wives
Get money, make music that touch lives
All I
is like a sword I carry
If through rhyme I destroy adversaries
Turned a freestyle battle to a mortuary
Carry guns and knives, kill sluts and wives
witches
Let the stitches
Keep your fingers under control
Cut the thread but leave
Your whole heart whole
Marry maids can sew and sleep;
Wives can only sew
at the way that i'm Dressed
Tank top paired with sweats
Their wives wanna fuck me and That got them stressed
Shit
Run the game i run it
They know i came for
know she mad
She get very mad, when i'm out about
I'll alive, i don't have no wive
I don't ask you twice, bitch i'm nice
Prolly had it twice, then i say
don't own no clones like this
Grow lights in all of my homes
Niggas won't forget about me
They wives know hella shit about me
She like don't stop, she not
here
Arms outstretched into the sky
But no one asks the question why
He has been here
Old men kneel and accept their fate
Wives and daughters cut
I come through, commit a fucking suicide
I got nine wives, nine lives, nine
Bags of chips, nine bitches
We bout to go on a field trip
You're so
imma stack it back by 3 cities
Probably like three NY’s
Maybe like three Philly’s
Maybe like three little wives
Stack like three Peachtree's
It’s like
just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that
Determines your street size
Run with them twins that
Waters you
you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others:
Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't
Strawbs - Sheep
July the fourth in the market town
Farmers have come for miles around
Bringing their wives and children.
A farmer stands with his
inside the door
The clock strikes out the hour
He smiles pausing for a word as they arrive.
Farmers with their wives
Children with their flowers
Ladies in
might never speak
While the innocent live with freedom of speech
And the confidence of their wives
So the guilty remain on Heartbreak Hill
In the chains
of others
Forget your wives and mothers
Forget the lives of others who are gone
had a lot of wives
To hold me
Headstrong, stubborn, couldn't be told
Like a wild horse that couldn't be rode
A rainbow chaser hungry for gold
heaven
There's no husbands and wives
On the day that I show up
They'll be completely out
Of their forgiveness supplies
And I cant use the telephone
Protest for everyone to know
Sit in front of all the traffic
Harried, busy shopping wives
Try to stir their ostrich notions
Whip them up to wild
the stabbing
Was Vismund Cygnus
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
just lie back and think of England
Because I slid down banister
For judges and banister
Reader's wives' husbands
With toothless decay
I've been
Maybe you think, a lot like me
Of those who live beside the sea
Who feel so free, so I surmise
With their comfortable homes, and wives
Who end up
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