in She's got a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oh, she's gonna
Cause I'm a psycho [Verse 1 - Swift] I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open, Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a
the press is meaningless If nobody asks a question, I mean, causation by definition Is such a complex compilation of factors That to even try, to say why, is to oversimplify But that's a
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
Cuz I Went From Ridin Vinyl To Leather U Tryna Use Me For Ya Own Gain Name Droppin Tellin Hoez We Best Friendz Tryna Get U Sum Play But It's All Good
And a faint grin, can a church say amen? But why you catchin the bus? With your backpockets lookin like they're ready to bust Got a you and a me, now let's make it a
'm just a addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form Write a
to war, after they divide us But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders My movement's like a jujitsu kata I graduated outta prison
cant do this Nobody understands I'm weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while
walk, pose, harmin the heart of the lion's throat for a photographic children of my primordial growth, you parade around a kill so damn proud like a
's so many Let's have a war, So you can go and die, Let's have a war, We could all use the money, Let's have a war, We need the space, Let's have a war
told her I was only gonna use half of it If you want a smaller size go and rent a plastic dick Why you actin like you a genital activist Matter of fact
a gorilla my brother act like a gorlila too got-got me a fubu got-got me a gat too got-got me a brand new redbone with a tattoo gotcha head bobbin up
the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer
rhymes I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggaz do when they got not
's looking for you, yea yea oh You can't run, you can't hide There's no use putting up a fight Put out an A P B for this black girl She's Chinese, no
Invincible It's flawless like a dentist' tooth Oblivious to all this ignorance They need to get a grip Don't be an idiot In a high state, I transmigrate To a
I'm just an addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm I hook a beat up convert it in to hip-hop form Write a