Who's gonna keep me warm at night when your gone? Who's gonna hold me tight and sing me silly songs? I want to run and hide, but I have to be strong.
Drove past your house today and I wondered if you were there. Are you listenin' to your record collection? Or maybe fixin' your hair? Maybe watchin'
Mikey says he loves you Mikey says he tried Mikey wants to see you Mikey needs a ride Mikey has a girlfriend Mikey has a band Mikey wants to see you
Sink into a world of see-thru cold Separate your heart and head and Summer's just a stone's throw away Tell yourself you'll never be that old Holding
and now your fans are in doubt Your career was cut short now your plans you reroute Punk you rap where you started had to sell you fancy car That's what
' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday! [Chorus] (2x) You can find me in the club, bottle full
like it's your birthday And you know We don't give a [fuck], it's not your birthday! [Chorus: 50 Cent] You can find me in the club Bottle full of bub
big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody
: bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime in shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time the stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift
: When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip, I wanted a place to call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled
friend Well I got all the riches baby any man ever knew But the only thing I ain?t got honey I ain?t got you I got a house full of Rembrandt and priceless
oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, everything done nails done, hair done, everything done oh you fancy huh oh you fancy
fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coil hands around this microphone lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full
: Fancy cars and diamond rings, I seen all kinds of shiny things, I should be feelin' like a king, But lord I don't. Great big towns, so full of users
pain inside Palpilation pneumatic dead - I deadicate to you... (DW) Pioneer of a new theory - Full of grotesque inner eyes Horrorfying - Chronic hunger - Chaos is the realm of fancy
like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full My
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum Got a pocket-full of money
pulling up in them fancy cars This is for my gangstas ballin in them Cadillac trucks Moving weight state to state telling me come the sets full Now we
