hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit ground But you know there right down Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around Finger print's on the
I'm dizzy walkin outta larry's army wear used With some black leather shoes and desert BDU's Many boxes of ammo, i got the camo face paint Barricaded
'm a mack, I cold turn you out I wont ask and I sure won't beg Reach right over and rub your leg I let my hand slide between your miniskirt Slip a finger
Your love so Digi, ah You make me dizzy, ah Your love so Digi, ah Yo, heart poundin?, chart bounded God astounded, well rounded Lost and founded, stay
I'm like thomas doubting fingers Running the scars your wrists and side Touching flesh will make my mind believe I want to be like david throwing his
a twinkle in my eye Time to go to work but it's so hard to say goodbye And as I think of you, it's like I had a drink or two I feel dizzy damn, where
thing that you can Do that's gonna ruin my night (But there's just something about) This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy Licking your fingers
the planet eat beans and rice They can't afford beef or they think cows are nice If you talk table manners, don't believe all they told ya I eat with my fingers
got rich again, On that same shit again, All I ever do is, (Stunt hard) (Drake verse 1) I tell her. I'm getting motherfuckin' busy. So many spins my records is motherfuckin' dizzy
I'm like, Thomas doubting Fingers routing the scars in your wrists and side Touching flesh will make my mind believe But I want to be, like David Throw
Frightened and Freezing Everyone is so cold Every time I touch something My fingers get burned Icy hot-scary world Somebody is Howling Nobody is hearing
kissing Listen to the hiss, hiss hissing She slip, she slides, she don't know why she hide Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye, bye, bye Finger
The room is spinning, And I feel dizzy like a rat trapped, On one of those things that goes round and round and round. All I can see are neon lights,
it could be Why it is and why it will always be greed, personal gain? Let me put you in the picture in the right frame Never get the ball but you're in the game Stick your finger
Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby
Every night your line is busy All that buzzing makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby
Rolled in the mud But I could never come clean Counting blessings on my middle finger There in the back shed Pricing heads to the pound Told to shut