m sorry Slim, but this is gonna hurt. They both came closer than you ever will, jerk. Your song is on my nerves, your song is on my nerves. You're kinda
drunk chicks (yeah) beats bang, plus i spit till my gums split you mighta knew me from the hey now song and i dropped maritimes, another played out song
could tell me that my style was unhealthy I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me My fuel my
be always ready to throw hands for anything. [screaming AH] You are my favorite person in the whole world. Wish I could hate it. You are my favorite person
Lyrics by Joseph Parrella Music by Joseph Parrella,Christopher Ragone,Adrian Baldor and John Rodriguez) Am I singing all the wrong songs or are my words
t Know Now you Know You Going To Miss My Love And I Ain't Stressing Bout A Dawg On Thang Cause I was True When I Gave You My Love (My Love Yeahhh) If
person stands up and the rest will follow For all the forgotten, for all the unloved I'm gonna sing this song And I believe that in my life I will see
the sun I hoped I'd be a champion and live without a care I thought I'd change the world, make it just and fair but my youth slipped by before my eyes much to my
Do Other Than Jail Time Look This Aint A Song Dissing Half Of These Rappers Or Pasha And Sasha, Esther Baxter Melyssa Ford, Or Katy Or Anyone After I Just Give My
: Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've
inside your kisses Said if you were my misses I would never have a mistress You make a player want to put away his pimp cup, Cadillac, Kane, I'll even throw my
woman through and through She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue, Oh, Moody blue Tell me am I gettin' through I keep hangin' on Try to learn the song
was no one who even knew I was going through growing pains Hatred was flowing through my veins, on the verge of going insane I almost made a song dissing
do you stand for? So sing your song with the highest choir; preach from the top of the world. Share your voice. Admiration of the highest degree. I'm washing my
(Chorus) I said jumpoff (hey) You my myspace jumpoff (hey) Home girl jumpoff (hey) You my myspace jumpoff Jumpoff BOING Jumpoff (hey) You my myspace jumpoff (hey) Home girl jumpoff (hey) You my
with the axe, Trynna chop the whole world down, Trynna fight your little trip to the ground, Cause you don't wanna see the truth, Of the last breath made when the smooth song
will always be a person trying to take it away I've heard I don't know the words that come out in my songs Like I was gone when I wrote it and didn'
out my bed Got my swag on Stronger than filet mignon Two Gs blown just for cologne Money never limited So Icey with benefits My driver needs a passport All my