looked around at everyone Searched the crowd for some frisky fun She turned to me and said what you looking at I couldn't help but notice her glow She
said) She said he would never make it Shot down he could never take it He said that she never believes him at all It's the story of my life She said
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I looked around at everyone Searched the crowd for some frisky fun She turned to me and said what you looking at I couldn't help but notice her glow She
and styles and versions When you socialize with other MCs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want [Incomprehensible] She
existing Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression If we didn't have these codes
sideways I'm blazin up the path on and on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I'm bashin
life Catch me out, Every night Meet her once, Maybe Skype Plus I only f-ck them twice Only rules that apply We don't cuff them, Let them fly If she think
now I'm sinking Is this as good as it gets? (All for nothing) I wanna believe I don't know All my friends they warned me And my mom she told me Before
kinda strange I feel something coming over me, yeah I wonder if she knows what's going on in my pants I wonder if she knew would she come grab it with
, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a beach house
. Woman is a holy myth, a gift of mans expression, She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression. If we didn't have these codes for
life Catch me out, Every night Meet her once, Maybe Skype Plus I only f-ck them twice Only rules that apply We don?t cuff them, Let them fly If she think
sideways I'm blazin up the path on and on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I'
I'm blazin up the path on and on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I'm bashin
