Piles of Kings, Queens, 2's, 3s, how fragile all these things It takes such flimsy parts to make a House of Cards Carefully balancing intricate curvature
... look at the damage.. damage.. look at the damage.. Damage.. damage that I caused you. I know I broke your heart, 'cause I did you wrong. Look at
.. look at the damage.. Damage.. damage that I caused you. I know I broke your heart, 'cause I did you wrong. Look at the damage, look at the damage
on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet
Jellystone Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I
head and shove it up your ass. I like these kind of songs.] [Yet, I feel the lyric piece did not come very close to what a Setite in the roleplaying
know what to do Cause I killed the devil last night I did it for Marcus I did it for Malcolm, Martin and Marvin I did it for all God's son And his daughters
pissing in a bowl Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road I
see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas
When I think of you baton rouge I think of a mariachi band I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl I never had When I think
Dogg I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin' Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat And everytime you see me on
around Yelawolf I get the respect I get Cause I never walk into another man's house And tell him what I think about the way he live I done a little dirt
taped up Lookin like sittin ducks Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up What more small the market, Clef You get stuck up With what
Cause it tears you apart These affairs of the heart I think I'm strong but I'm not And when I look in your eyes You know it kills me inside But I can
I'm gone, gone, gone Fab in the house, J.J., Lay Boy H time I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I just hope that you miss me,
ass nose before I even stepped up I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin
When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a Mariachi band I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl, I never had When I
