on a cushion and indulge in my dream And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream Melt my heart, melt my heart Melt my heart, melt my heart Melt my heart, melt my heart
you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my
world gets me down I close my eyes and orange dots melt my stony frown I stay looking ahead like a figurehead My ship drifts, bouncing my physical while my
an open book just trying to turn the page Feels like I'm trapped in a maze trying to find my way Oh my heart's yearning for someone to call my own And
I'm like an open book just trying to turn the page Feels like I'm trapped in a maze trying to find my way Oh my heart's yearning for someone to call my
be a double barrel Step stiff and on up to, while Diamond Shell bust two funky fo' funky rhymes, then I would just love to express my best, and my best
could say to your face If it weren't for you That there would be no grace That's covered my life You took the time To speak into my mind And my heart
question of who knows who And no tellin' what most of them have been through True you can't judge a book by its cover And if I'm in love does that
question of who knows who And no tellin' what most of them have been through True you can't judge a book by its cover And if I'm in love does that make
baller spending money show a lady love See you at the bar looking at another nigga dance (ooh-wee) Hell naw boy get ya own dance DJ play my song, -Where
retire if he want to right now [50 Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I
the baby faced thug that you love We cuddle and hug, I love it when I plug in your glove You screaming my name, with each stroke you scratching my back
when my mind does a task One glimpse of your eyes and my heart beats fast A mysterious fantasy, lovely young queen You're poll so subtle just like the magazine Come and visit my
The cello rest against my chest Stroking a (sorceress in unison?) (Yeah, it's our heart?) (Throwing support on my dolos?) (V cut the bottle?) [? ]my journal
smoker HEAR?? I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin HER The raw rapper, spine snapper with the little hookers on my lap
Africa my true heart desire Black parents ey Can't cool can't quench everlasting burning fire Babylon yuh wrenk ey Can't cool can't quench Africa my true heart
Red whine and a book of rapture Burned wax dead glistening Melt me into a candle so I can burn and shine Re-use the mold and light me up (and shine)
When I felt the rope loosen, I knew i missed my window He really did love you, you know.. pat pat..I said 'Get your fucking hands off my back' This is my