takin off the hinges When my, dash is broken, glass is broken And class is open, and it's still left smokin [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is
Your wear my heart on your sleeve with a smile on your face pretending you know me well. I guess this is the time I supposed to say I'm sorry? Your wear
high makin' my career of Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is Invade the town while village
absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car feelings Lets
sex appeal Now party people in the place you feel the bass Can you check out the highs, check out the grace So wallflowers in the house, this is your
clap your hands and do The Gigolo (Gigolo!) (Clap your hands and do The Gigolo, Gigolo!) Listen party people all across the nation All we want from you (Is your
Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true Your beef'll stop when my
it feels because they can't read my mind They always say I'm too young and they feel they should help me But I can make it all alone out here on my own Every day I feel
gotta get up get out and get mo' And keep holding on, so thugging on the block is a part time grind So my other half, I'm wrecking shows studios all
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man? You know I gave you the world You had me in the palm of your hand So why your love went away I just can
Man - I know that you're out in the crowd And I feel how you burn you hate in my soul It's like I'd have my hand in your arms And feel the stainless
my cell? Memories just keep ringing bells Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh Hear voices I don?t want to understand My car keys are jingling in my hand My high heels are clicking towards your
Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh Hear voices I don't want to understand My car keys are jingling in my hand My high heels are clicking towards your door. Oh oh, Oh oh
is on I feel alive Only when it's dark out Only when it's quiet Lost all my strength While gazing out The backglass As powerlines rush By like my
my ground, I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. They'll chew you up, they'll spit you out, Yeah, follow me, we'll ride it out, I'll sell my songs, but
is what is left of me, to kill it, insanity! Wake up live your life. Do not waste it in my name. [Male] No! Why? Your body comforts me. Please understand
, hes my nigga Or, hes my ... Try to understand Please pa, honest is the plan And I don't mean Please pa, beggin with my hands I mean like Please pa,
lying in bed You don't seem so tall I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired And my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired I make such