got it right Full of pride but you're bothering, turn out the light It's what you planned on Got it (you got it) you got it Just a taste, just a taste
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a lucky seven Though I'm hardly a complainer and a wooden carp I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do in heaven I could never plug a chicken and alone a
you're a million miles away You taste so great on my lips You taste so good on my lips Your moisture drips upon my lips Just like a waterfall straight
Come! Arise once again! And we together will taste a cup of bliss that will be brought by trembling Gods before Thy Grace Just to regain that nights
That'll rock that little Postropedic, till the springs in the middle pop Listen to R&B, but she listen to Screw a lot Treated cock like a lollipop, she gon taste
caught the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo Like Cheeko, I'm the man, yes indeed, i got the smart, so When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Arts
they nonstop [Extra Verse: sampled from "Down Syndrome"] Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a
out of albums like full moons So glad you came over tonight Melted the cold when you entered radiating a delicious light A June sun in the dead of winter Over a
'm a man with a hearty appetite C'mon break me a piece and you will see tonight So tell me what do I need to do to get a taste from you Won't you come
and slow Have a taste (can you handle it?) I'm a P.R.O. [Dr. Ama:] I believe I can fly, Kells did it, nigga, why can't I? Burn me a sack of bombay, get
(June Carter, Merle Kilgore) Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by a wild desire I fell into a ring of fire Chorus: I fell into
No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for Bringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder All of a sudden I can taste it Meanwhile
Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon
gone to sleep Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved... Here I am inside a hotel Choking on a million words I said Cigarettes have burned a hole And
We could have had a big trampoline Kids running round the yard Superman and bottle cars We could have had that one of a kind love The kind that fits like a
pans to sift with our wrists on broken armrests the bitter taste of aluminum and.. broken glass indications of a house broken glass indications of a house while June
always rappin' bout a pink truck, I'm only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck. And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an
