a rose To a three fifty-seven three sixty Psycho bitch Never ever do it, down low With a psycho bitch Better never ever go out With a psycho bitch
It don't make sense, either you a soldier from the start Or a actor with a record deal tryin' to play the part, like that It's a shame, niggaz in the
other Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together? Bad weather always looks worse through a window Stressing and rubbing my temples I make it look easy but it's really not all
in the blood And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud She always had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad boy Yeah, they could see it all
? win We a team by any means y?all I got a man and he?s so good to me I give love and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean
she start to shiver Only a child in the middle of a war She's a problem child now because of a divorce Hey Ma and Pa What the hell is wrong with y'all
paper from despise squairy and water vapor originator CHORUS Ive been here since it started Ive walked a thousand miles Im here to beg your pardon To do a
over by the need to make it sleepin' with the agents to get a start sleepin' with directors to get the part sleepin' pills and alcohol i seen it all in
easier Oooh child things will get brighter, (things are getting brighter) Oooh child, things are gona get easier Oooh child things will get brighter, (things are getting brighter) [VERSE TWO] It takes a
covered up in lights The echo of locals Singing "O Holy Night" It all started with a child And a star up in the sky A manger and a prayer Three
all these things I saw another angel come down from heaven Having great power and the earth was lightened with his glory And he cried mightily with a
be a part of A little ghetto things, a little ghetto things Ay yo, little children ones we thought of The whole world wants to be a part of My little
Susan It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel Then a guy with long caps of crack to sell I take poetry and start illin' with it Homicide
'Cos there ain't a guardian angel For a child of Babylon I am a child, child of Babylon I am a child of Babylon Lord, have mercy on a wayward son Nowhere
In came the girl with the saddened eyes And asked him over again and again "was I too weak ? was I a child ? And can't we leave here and start again
University Volleyball Mascot, a llama by the name of Missy. When the baby was ready, the child was removed via cesarean. It was a healthy baby boy, and
'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop So, I got glock and a low jack You kinda