'm not I can tell thats somethings wrong By the way you look in my eyes I can bet the warmth is gone cause honey your stare is like the black ice Cause you lit this fire
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I'm not I can tell thats somethings wrong By the way you look in my eyes I can bet the warmth is gone cause honey your stare is like the black ice Cause you lit this fire
Under you nails in the scuffle You scratched some DNA samples that match The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you blacked
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave. "Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their
over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave. "Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave
my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body's even cold he's wearin' my pajamas, Layin' up in my bed with my crown on his head
, oh mighty first one Reveal your golden light Reek your poison to their lands Seek their saviour and defile Eyes of the wolf Our ever burning fire Under
flames are gone before their time And if you see me trip and fall Save me from my swift decline I want to sink beneath a drunken sea Look in your eyes
you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your
a baby? Their insecurity is my youth and their wrong-footedness is my blindfold. I have never been blind, far from it. I take great care, great care, in picking my
you nails in the scuffle You scratched some DNA samples that match The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you blacked out, took
You got your bleeding heart all over my bed and I knew from the start that I'd be cleaning up your mess Your such a pretty face with no mind to match
