bright white glare. "keep steppen". cant sell here. dont need your blunts poppin burning facial hair, i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my
baby aka Noah's Ark Ahaha And I'm Noah! YOUNG MOULA BABY [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] My money long, my temper short My car's foreign, my dick a boss The guns
shall be my wife." Time after time Metal kisses stone Tired lungs breathe in The dust of her birth, and his eyes shed a tear "Arianna, I grow weary; My
to my car Policman makes sure I'm ok Don't worry maam well find him We won't let him get away Started up my engine Eight months pregnant Through their eyes
speeches about the sun being bad, like the beast can't come out because the sun's too bright and the sun hurts his eyes or something -- you show up all
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon With the melody, of a soft barry white tune I sit back, like I got it made in the shade Holding my dick
play John Wilkes Booth Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was switched My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed My family seen my
me hypnotized But in my heart she fell, oh, I got pulled into her spell I can still see her there with the flowers in her hair Oh Amelia, my Southern
I see you all the rays of the sun Are streaming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like a spotlight The beating of my
you slang Or wear a chain or platinum rings? I still maintain my ghetto side I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch rims I sport a brim, hang with my
we have ever been violent, mean, pulling our hair out as fourteen year olds march through metal detectors bitter, unhealthy, empty most dissatisfied of societies my
i see you all the rays of the sun are streaming through the waves in your hair and every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight the beating of my
... My Lucy I love Lucy, Lucy... On the day that I left Lucy...my Lucy --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I
sex machine that would be hot break my nails and pull my hair theres circuit boards everywhere how long have i been in here this is not my house MAY
me a fiend I twist her up, pull her to me real slow (so slow) Let the taste of a chocolate make my eyes get low But she burns through my paper so fast
Jukeboxes slammin' throughout the bright moon With the melody of a soft Barry White tune I sit back like I got it made in the shade Holdin' my dick
pull just this one building down So turn off the sky Head in my hands Night keep me warm, white window-sill Blinded by heart Cut my hair short Eyeless
Oh she looks back and waves as she slips inside Every hope in the world and those bright blue eyes I'm still dancing along with the way it was Got my