Ice passed out The next day I woke, the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees
to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house? Still
[Intro] Oh no what's happening to my brain I can't believe this is happening again [Verse 1] Lava out my lips I flips Wake up think I have a cramp I'
the tone, you know time is of essence Quickly I jumped straight into the shower The baby powder, 'cause I can't smell sour Get dressed, put on my Nike Airs Comb my hairs
, slop It all starts with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the floor Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line (bowl cut
It all starts with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the floor Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line (bowl cut
fuck And a half of cup of syrup when it's time to get drunk Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco balls And my hatchet in the air screamin fuck y'all!
when you touch down I see you when you come home, hold on To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin' swell That ordered my music, bought my
grin, a grin, Her face in a hideous grin. She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, And as the
She wants a button down boy She wants to cut your hair She wants a wind up toy I won't go there I'm not out to change you baby Or make you something that
I was a criminal and to my despair They sent me to Nashville and shaved off my hair So come hear my story I'll tell you my fate I'm serving in Nashville
said I was a criminal and to my despair They sent me to Nashville and shaved off my hair So come hear my story I'll tell you my fate I'm serving in
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
on Radio One When Jo Whiley got a fax from my mum Mary Ann Hobbs invited us to play At Maida Vale we spent a day With Chris Allison's hair cut free
thriller Was supposed to end in fire But life, could be nothing but a joke A sentimental little card Where's my unhappy ending gone? Where's my unhappy
He had no money So he got in trouble with a cop Kids in trouble with the cops From Israel didn't have no home So he cut his hair and moved to Rome It
we were almost tossed It was a big bremelo standing on my toe, An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say hello I was really kinda frightened as she looked my
too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I?m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs Cause I feel real deep