you to that ticket line so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young The last man who didn't listen
trying to write that love song Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone Maybe it will prove that we were right Or ever prove that I was wrong
thing but you threw it all away Verse 1: They said you dont know what you got until its all gone I wish I never had to sit down and write this song
shorties Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I
shorties "Written On Ya Kitten" lickin lime from my Bacardi Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley Ask the don dada to to dat song While I ooh-
{*blam*} I don't duck when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back [1st Born] We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines
bitches still real slow (slow) You got show dough, go in, split that We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back Ah, did y'all ever go, ever
love left my heart is crushed and i'm stuck with this last breath the last words that we will ever share,the last touch, last kiss, last stare yeah i
out to you, so thaws yours out and listen and listen close. this is the last song I'll ever write for you, the last time you'll hear my heart the last
it black While her half and half provides a fog To the diner coffee and the complicated dialogue Conversation cascades Adding to the ashtray Overlapped, he's getting last
ye some gory stories with your cronies Sliced like pepperoni Because for flows they owe me Jesus Christ with a Knife Now Get holy [Deeko:] I write song
clearly show ye some gory stories with your cronies Sliced like pepperoni Because for flows they owe me Jesus Christ with a Knife A make them holy [Deeko:] I write song
and they're offering All the status and pain that a song can bring But if I don't write this hit tonight If I don't write this, if I don't write this
now Remind me one last time that you won't ever go Oh the whales can't swim without the tide, And birds won't fly without the stars in the sky (Chorus
brightly got to see her smile again. Then I sing a song I've writen and I'll make the whole world listen in the silence just for you, like no one has ever
some gory stories with your cronies Sliced like pepperoni Because for flows they owe me Jesus Christ with a Knife Now Get holy [Deeko:] I write song