't, I tell her tongue I tell her, still I drink it all Now my head's so silver numb I guess, she's crystal clear 'Cause she's all a blur Playing quarter songs
between the sun and moon Packed up and moved out after all Bulldozed the house and watched it fall That blessed sight I still recall I can sing my song again I can sing my song
'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of throwin
was my grandpa but i really didn't know him at all i said, my blood, my cousins, my calvelry yeah a piece of them gone but still i feel them strong when
I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song
Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, they musta Been guzzlin' that 85 proof, ask Busta Question number one, how can you go wrong? K.M.D., can I sing this song
make me horny, you got hits So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits Usher, you ain't got to call Had you singin', you remind me to a blow up doll I'
myself i wouldn't kill anything on this song, but you leave me no choice 'cause i can't complain, and can't believe i'm still waiting for people, waiting
myself i wouldn't kill anything on this song but you leave me no choice 'cause i can't complain and can't believe i'm still waiting for people, waiting
i mean everythang and imma respect her till she dead n gone i luv u for dat dats why i wrote this song (chorus) see when u go to jail mom still be
nothing can replace a cut Just turn up the bass and come face the front They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say And some nothing, still
himself The doll is standing above the puppet-maker's corpse The devil-mask covered in blood and gore Silently standing, looking down With the dripping knife still
where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in tsatke hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls on
where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in chachkes hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
still catch the high by doing a nose dive So be cautious and don't be anxious Even though you never could now you wanna catch ST-Statures (Now you wanna catch ST-Statures) But niggas still
skeet it like that Taste this here, now eat it, right Hold on, hold on, my mom might hear this (No, go on, say it) Nah, it's nasty Quit that, uh [Chorus: B. Stille
deceits Its you and me versus this little town We're the rag dolls in the gutter we're the curses that they'll mutter And you will still be trying on
no soul Well that sounds like a good excuse for coming home And this Tallahassee skyline that keeps singing out a song And now it's your song they've