Oh, oh You ain't gotta clock-in tonight Girl, I wanna hear you echo Wanna hear you echo I called your boss and he knows you ain't coming in today Sex
Girl it's all on you and it's your way And if you want you can decide And if you'll have me, I can provide Everything that you desire Said if you get
the beginning Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in they soul! So "Untitled
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
A house on fire, a wall of stone A door that once was opened An empty face and empty bones Who ate your heart, you're cold inside You're not the one
I just got put down In the ashes of a backwash town Black debris, the burned-out trees Blows out over the sunken seas Somewhere far along Singin' the
She was just seventeen, pious and pretty with a deadly disease And the weight of the world on a prosthetic shoulder And by the summer of '96 her body
So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands 'Cause tonight
Well I wrote your name and burned it To see the color of the flame And it burned out the whole spectrum As if you were everything Mine just burned gold
Well I lost my taste for the company of airports and cars We flew through the year and avoided the dust and the rocks We stood in the way of a tank '
(The number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl, ooh (This is, this is number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl You better ask somebody Can't nobody
Bonjour hmmm Mauren's got five sisters They've all got ass One of them's got eyes as big a jolly ranchers Beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl
So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA It's like you're always stuck in second gear When
He watches the sun rise almost every day.
Yeah, it's Kells... Kells and OJ (Ay Ay) (OJ) Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky, I can't lie, Im'a ball 'til I die, Blunts of the good
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Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some
