I would spend a day under my sheets. Take me back to the life, when I can know myself again. I wish I could, I wish I could, but I can't (Thanks to
I would spend a day under my sheets. Take me back to the life, when I can know myself again. I wish I could, I wish I could, but I can't (Thanks to Heici
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance plug it in, turn it on, silent
You get 'em from my bro All I is is man, and once an embryo Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow Yes, I guess it's reflex Some have no control I'd rather
I be without my little turntable (Aw aw aw) Man I?m living in the city where culture is on pause And if you can?t strum a guitar you ain?t a star No hating
OOOOO! DAWG! I think these shrooms just hit I had schematics memorized but all I'm think about's tits And for any sick witted, see if you can murk with
1] Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when **** Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug two like
that's what I do Anything for my boo But when I hear the knock on the door I Shhh-shut up Cause I know my cue But when they gone I'm back at it She loves
through an' get some extra arse Plug me in I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the liss You could either give that or you can get with this Man I
S I N Y 10304 Wu Tang Killa Bees And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness
I told you, didn't I Drama makes the world go around Does anybody got a problem with that (yeah) My business, is my business Who's guilty, can I
I N Y 10304 Wu Tang Killa Bees And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness
Christmas from the family Fred and Rita drove from Harlingen I can't remember how I'm kin to them But when they tried to plug their motor home in They
keep it real with y'all, I can't fake it (I can't fake it) Ughh, I be off-beat then I'm on-beat Then I'm off-beat then I'm on-beat and my style is so
Christmas from the family Fran and Rita drove from Harlingen I can't remember how I'm kin to them But when they tried to plug their motor home in They
dies Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified] Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug