one of those dudes who sleep with a night light bright bright so the bed bugs dont come out and bite bite. i thought you was gangsta oh i forgot that was an image
? We will ever after happily Just the way it's supposed to be Just you and me, just you and me Ha, ha, yeah, shorty said she want a rider And I could be that image
Your thoughts are compromising Self-centered patronizing Your image supersedes your soul You find me mystifying Subhuman, so annoying You can't have me
image, their world is fashioned No wonder they don't understand Wheels within wheels in a spiral array A pattern so grand and complex Time after time
play Santa Claus Sigh let's be blunt We're a little distracted What do you want? Once we could follow Now we cannot You would not fit our image So we
all new pain All the faces are filled with so much anger Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger After all the wars, after settling the scores
it after, after me The fool, the fool, oh I was a fool, I was a fool to ever let you go, oh baby Oh girl, oh baby and name it after, after me The fool
a wide mouth Cleopatra gave a service with a smile She was a wide mouthed girl A wide mouthed girl Cleopatra did a hundred (100) Roman Centurions For after
eat at dinner breaks It's no surprise at all At all the friends, he makes His stomach aches His mother's pride He's presentable, well looked after
for thought, as I tell it, cause if it happened to this cat, then it can happen to you, do the knowledge [song starts] I was sittin' outside double parked after
for them fake ass crews (yeah) Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' '
't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas Images and distorted facts Even you, yesterday You had to ask me where it was at I couldn't believe after
perfect image of a priest They?re spoon feeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they?ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning
la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad cause an image
in the morning Then caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes When her image
the morning And caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea Ah, the sculpter stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes When her image
eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun You're such a romantic hero The way you dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image