: Surrounded by disquiet Call from depth of soul Flare up an utter battle A storm coming from North Clouds come to blows Fighting till the death Approaching
: (Bowie) I?ll make you a deal, like any other candidate We?ll pretend we?re walking home ?cause your future?s at stake My set is amazing, it even
: well i'm a candidate for suicide the more that i get old i'm a candidate for suicide the drugs have taken their toll i'm a candidate for suicide i
: Written by kris kristofferson and rita coolidge Hey, fairweather friend, You know you can bend me I don?t wanna break Hey, lend me a hand Something
: Was gab' ich nicht alles, um einmal zu sein der schillernde Tropfen, der leuchtet und vom Rande des kristallenen Glases voll Wein Deine zarten Lippen
Half the world concerned with a slightly tarnished masterpiece Hoping to return as the once forgotten culture thief Lying on its side, the stately vessel
[Intro: Nasty Boi] Smokin' for the hell of it (hell of it) Like a girlfriend gotta hold on and start to commit But with no other drug will I start to
[Intro: Prez (talking)] Yo, waddup? This Prez, this to all my smokers out there Every time you lifted, and someone asks you how you doin' Just smile
[Verse 1: Prez] Aye ma, you lookin' like a million bucks Only beauty in the club, I ain't fuckin' with sluts Get your purse, get your slip for the coat
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt Shawty lookin' so fine, wish
[Verse 1: Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothing but a vulture Always hopin' for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up You'll
[Verse 1: Prez] Okay I got a minute to real quickly say fuck my opponent Fuck my competetion and fuck you if you know 'em If you ride for my opponent
[Hook: Roscoe Dash] Oh Everywhere I go I Dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I Dress up and I
[Verse 1: Prez] I need success, I need that top spot Fuck it if I ain't the best, I need to cop yachts You know my shirt Nike, we can go one on one Don
[Prez] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Green & White, Green & White, Green & White, Green & White Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Green & White, Green
[Hook: Marka] I think these haters love me Talk of the town I'm spottin' 'em in my rearview A bunch of obstacles to get a clear view, of me And I ain
[Iyaz] J.R Yeah And Auburn Yeah, Beluga Heights [Verse 1: Prez] La, la, la That's all that's comin' out your mo-mo-mouth Get naked I'mma go down so-so
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the blunt stays in your mouth Blow mad reefer,