I stab you right between the eyes, you awaken from the lies I've said it ever since its inception, they're the masters of deception I'm a godless heretic
Hey baby, listen up, I'm not in love with you You keep runnin' off at the mouth And someone else can scratch my back And I could care less about your
i feel good everyday on ... work dough soldier boy hell, yeah, i got that work dough workaholic shawty yellow diamondz studio i'm everyday working hard
Oh, I am growing tired Of allowing you to steal everything I have You're making me feel like I was born to service you But I am growing by the hour You
We're driving slow Through the snow On fifth avenue And right now radio's All that we can hear Man we ain't talked since we left It's so overdue It'
You are a hippie You smell like skunk I'm your arch-enemy A middle class punk Get out Get a life Get a job Everyone's smoking grass Everyone is an ass
(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Love Love to be a Player. I'm in the
(a. bell / v. clarke) Woah, woah, woah. woah, woah, woah... Que extrano dilema para m? Yo te odio pero no vivo sin t? Puede ser que besarte en luna
I don't even know about that redemption 'Cause I still hear someone whispering Trying to tell me something bout you Don't know how to tell him I'm through
A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is, home is
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities Won't break bread or split the peas But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups Minority
She loves the finer things, gold and diamond rings Give her the moon but wouldn't be enough She wants the perfect man, has a perfect plan And nothing
Escobar Ceaser has returned It's been a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or death for me now But you know, there's no turning back now This
oh oh we got another one presidential campaign strick fault ya heard me [verse one] it was the wrong day the wrong month the wrong year i wasn't ready
I feel like the track was made by Lucifer But my spirit so big, like my lyrics is; a message out to Christopher I'm out in the tropical and you niggas
I feel like the track was made by Lucifer, But my spirit is so big like my lyrics is a message after Christopher, I feel like the track is made by Lucifer
It was the wrong day, the wrong month, the wrong year I wasn?t ready for all the pain and all the tears Baby, you crushed me, now I have to deal In the
Lookin' out across the crowd, see painted faces all around me, Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin' Y'all know my lyrics