around your eyes. I'll wait for you tonight. These lonely nights are calling you as the stars are falling down around your eyes. I'll wait for you tonight (Thanks to Close To Home
home? Tell me whos gonna pick up the pieces of my hearttt... Cause I'm still hurt and I don't wanna start Tell me whos gonna pick up the pieces of my
? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
gimme some of you, I give you some of me You look good, baby must taste heavenly I?m pretty sure that you got it all recipe So pick it up, pick it up,
to coast yeah I laughed and boast Man do-si-dos, too many comin close to [Chorus] Touch what I never touched befo', seen what I never seen befo' Woke up
sleep tonight I can't even eat [?] love feel like without you next to me Got me picking at my phone Hoping that you are close Tell em that youa re coming home
you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal (Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?) or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces and put it
to pull. Now that it's August, the nights are getting longer which gives us more time to cover up the evidence. I never said it would be easy to pick up pieces
gimme some of you, I give you some of me You look good, baby must taste heavenly I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe So pick it up, pick it up
gimme some of you, I give you some of me You look good, baby, must taste heavenly I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe So pick it up, pick it up
, nigga, raise up Safe to say them suckas wanna see me caged up That chapter's over, pass the mic, and set the stage up Throw yo' A's up, tell my P.O
Seymore the Wolf who was wearing his best pair of tennis shoes. The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting closer and closer and closer and
bomb I went to pick you up, you were lookin' so tough In your tight black mini skirt Your curves were jumpin' out, I had to close my mouth 'Cause baby you're a piece
't know any of these group's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
m fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick
And going home half tight And so the nights rolled by like headlights Shining on a lonesome strip of tar I kept his word of kindness close to me Like a pick
you was I'm the reason why the Kansass streets got a buzz you was broken through the city not a block was listenin picked you up when you didn't have
