R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in
hear from me again Cautious grins are interpreted in many ways Reserving trust alike dust upon old photographs You criticise but you don't even know my name You love
hood is getting licked Say what Dogg pound got love underground Along with my homie from the town that bump the ground [Big Syke] I trapped inside my self I needa change my ways
Whose made fewer bloody deals Chose the lesser of two evils. Soul turns to evil quick Without love or discipline. Poison for the destitute Is also in the silver spoon
p. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-a-k-e, l-o-v-e Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in the
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love I'll probably never understand ya ways with everyday I swear, I hear ya Trying to change your ways
you won't I say I've changed and prove I don't Somebody made my heart a silver spoon Somebody made my heart a silver spoon That eats away at love and
, you?re thinking ?bout life You?re thinkin' ?bout love, you?re thinkin' ?bout the ways to break it down You got eighteen myths and five different ways
I Wish I had a story to tell I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man, Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved I Wish I knew the one
thing you forgot to do you got to love me more than the trees and stars high above me you got to love me, love me, love me all the time, if
spoon Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon And she loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways
most nights She's upstairs, I'm downstairs, Drinking coffee in the kitchen Spoon in the sugar, knife in the butter... I want you. Do you love me? Say
nights She's upstairs, I'm downstairs, Drinking coffee in the kitchen Spoon in the sugar, knife in the butter... I want you. Do you love me? say you
, what I will be Then smash my face upon the concrete, I'm weary I feel your stares piercing So sorry to soil your precious eyes Reflections spoon feed
sad to see you sad to see your sorrow you know I've seen you in so many diffrent ways the reflections of your agony are scared upon your face warm the spoon
confusion quite some time ago She tells me everything is gonna be alright (It's alright) My senses make it real to me in all types of ways But I'm so
first day , ion fuck with niggas with hoe ways , cross me betta look both ways . im trynna figure out what love means , the niggas that told me they loved