Testi:
Head Like A Kite

breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a

a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist

You little punk, youse a sucka [Chorus] Nigga, youse a sucka for love Nigga youse a sucka for love (nigga youse a sucka) Nigga, youse a sucka for love Nigga youse a

have to slam A whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor Smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all

suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if that's what you like But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right

feelin like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I

[Buckshot] I'm about to be a millionaire Money on the street, like doves Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug Muthafuckas always gotta lock the

Fuck a nine, I use my mind, one at a time From behind, I make you blind, laying in lines A picture, is worth a thousand words, I must of fucked a thousand

you actin' like you don't know.. We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know.. Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know.. We