and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
denials Do you dream it like A person the people found so Never changing one piece of it To feel like one with the flow The scales within become unbalanced
i want it then i got it, i don't need it from nobody! he'll be running round town talking about ... his body can't handle it so make him feel! so sick
bright You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin' this 'Bout gettin' foolish, lose it,
, I drive from the passenger I talk it, I live it, admit it, you name it, I did it I'm pimpin' these bitches, I got it you never gon' get it Got somethin
that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats But music was his life, it was not his livelihood And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel
seems to sting his tongue. He's the monolith. (HES THE MONOLITH!) Chorus: They will break they will burn far, It feels so missed. x6 It feels so missed
it's simple really. it pretty much boils down to there being no excuse for laziness. there's no use for craziness. you should be practicin right now. it
is racing A chain reaction from the four of us to you Has made it crystal clear We'll win this war Destiny, victory Braveheart mindset, full attack
Front this ho around let's be fo' real Kill or be killed I got feelings but I still can't feel Hungry for meals And until I can say I got it I'ma go
say nothing's confusin' Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution It's the corruptor's execution I be workin' and twerkin' my portable digital Triple beamer scale
Add it to my scale it's another pound Here's to all yall questions So many gots to wonder now Rumors get me kinda mad Mystikal: Yall done done it now
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands My flow so grand it make the
break the encircled pocket Never to look back Stubborn resistance, full scale persistence Orders from the high command Make the stand to the last man it
the world when shit get for real Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill My rhyme style is blind, it's all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood
can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
now it's a full scale war Don't it make you feel a-crazy, Daisy? Mentally ill, Bill? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself? Don't it make you feel
if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Bring it on if you think