I was chewing on our last kiss after i left you at your plane. I let it go with saltier water. For the first time since i left, i just feel like going
for the shiest boy in the bay? I'm not to blame for the choices she made. But she left to find answers besides me. Can't help be sad that she won't find
keep them awake. Follow the light until it sets and sleep through their nights and regrets, feet broken into blisters and cold, keep it going (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
i'm glad i'm not the last to see our minds are blurred with facts. Don't get fed on meat that's fodder and don't gag on shit that makes your mind go numb
mind, or what's left of it for the most part. By the road is a clever remark, something i should be upset about (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these
your soles. Leave your head in the sun and keep none... i wish for you, spiderman, have a great plan. With train tracks on your soles. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
into the pillow. The things that don't drip from my cheeks will turn into the muddy holes that shield my feet (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these
for hearts and things we can't even give out. But until then i'll wake up in your bed, smiling but scared. If thinking is left behind, i can't keep you
Wash the sheets with fire. And statues in the honor, all shriveled and crooked. This kingdom is your kingdom and sensitive to touch. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
the only one who has to live inside it. I know you didn't tell me and i could have been warned. You leave me no choice. I have no choice. I wouldn't have
talk, still love the way I sing Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain Still all up on each other, ain't a damn thing change My girls can't
chance (chance) This rap shit too easy for me to go back Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track But I ain't lyin, the streets call sometime
clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme You can't
And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so Please don't ask the question how low can you go And as for traditional rappers and MC's The Godfather sings
out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his
pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y'all niggas is pussy I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me) Ain't nothin' you can do
world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For
can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now baby If you want it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Psych we don't buy pussy bitch This ain't Murder Inc. this
