I wonder for what What I've got doesn't come for free I see a smile that is fucking me You're lying, I'm dying I see a smile that is fucking me Don'
wonder for what What I've got doesn't come for free I see a smile that is fucking me You're lying, I'm dying I see a smile that is fucking me Don'
This is the Lotus The Underground Where all darkness meets For the judgement of their afterlife Six petals, One pod And an Army full of Juggalos
Leave full responses, take empty seats I smile as the weather wraps my feet Beneath the dirt and the memories You could almost hear me speak... At last
to care But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear The girl with the weight of the world in her hands Is the glass half full or empty
S ESSENTIAL to be a man of your word Take care of your seeds To the young kids honor your mother The greedy night is full of demon smiles And every hustler
birdies I'm pumping this shit, hitting the slab dumping this shit Cocaine cowboy, with the scorpion prince Triple beams pyrexes, and digital scales Overweighted with cheddar, tipping the scale
down rules you will abide [Kool Moe Dee] We're gonna take you for a ride [Spoonie Gee] Before we're rockin as a full Let's introduce us one by one [Special
form a plan So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south Gonna find myself somewhere to level out Are your brothels full, oh Babylon, with
confuse you Many of us have been taught to sing And so we practice scales Many of us were born singing And thus were born with scales Mermaids, cooks
tonal color Necessary to make it consistently interesting Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends Then he smiled
are you afraid of the world belongs to gabulon not the auto-sodomites uncle climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale
the spiting sttreaming sun These cups of fire, of waterred scales That cover our laughing round of spaces Are nothing Nothing Like tho mouse with horns A fable full
of made of What are silly girls made of A neck full of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse one: On a scale of one to
to care But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear The girl with the weight of the world in her hands Is the glass half-full or empty
death sentence on the outside. sitting next Im on a banquette, a ballerina. she's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full. in fact, she
of made of What are silly girls made of A neck full of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse One: On a scale of one to
