you have bought and sold I've wasted all these years for you, from this shelter, from myself I have nothing left to prove, just choke on emptiness Fifteen minutes
have bought and sold I've wasted all these years for you, from this shelter, from myself I have nothing left to prove, just choke on emptiness Fifteen minutes
She'll invetrate yo stash and bleed yo cash And if you mess around and get her pregnant, that's yo ass But you keep on coming back to her, through all
when I die may my blood bring love for bleeding it Give me soul-give me rhythm Give the power to the streets and the people who are in them May my fifteen minutes
come from the clubs Or the slugs that ignites through the night by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe As we dwell through this
groggy, the mach nine valentine aint for everybody, but i will say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame, to mention my name, that sixteenth minute
I die may my blood bring love for bleeding it Give me soul-give me rhythm Give the power to the streets and the people who are in them May my fifteen minutes
a body needs I'll take you where the haps are All the handsome chaps are Squeeze you till I make your feelings bleed She put me right behind her in fifteen minutes
slight frost like the air in the Benzy [Chorus: Demoz] I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but
from the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through
the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through
