nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you, you (you, you, you./If I don't have you, oh, oo.) Don't make me close one more door, I don't wanna
these niggaz mind? Man, don't get me to lyin' I seen ya kind, dopeboy and that ain't even ya kind Ain't never sold a gram of crack and ain't no need of
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely And contraceptives don't get used by the horny You can't find the key to the door in your building
S.A) the time machine I'm riding got them Lamborghini doors so why don't you get up in here & pick that date so we can just go Ain't no Ferrari faster than what I got Ain't
die, but we don't They disappoint in turn, I fear Forgive, though, they won't No more riddles No more jests No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers
stub There's the door, get cho money, go wash off your make-up (they arrived) [Muffled] And they don't need your lovin If you don't wanna give it, keep
Far farther away Oh daddy, no Oh daddy, no Don't run away, yea And whose footsteps will I follow into Daddy please Don't you hear me Don't run away
Indians know about doors. But clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to
on me, put it on me, feels so good The farther we go, you got me like wow You put your game down, I can't let go 'Cause you relieved me, baby (Ricky
Time Machine That I'm Ridin' Got Them Lamborghini Doors So Why Don't You Get Up In Here & Pick That Day So We Can Just Go Ain't No Ferarri Faster Then What I Got Ain't
niggaz mind, man don't get me to lyin I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely and contraceptives don't get used by the horny you can't find the key to the door in your building
it too easy we've all made mistakes we've all said things that we really don't mean simple things are so down that they can only go up your body
, Daddy please, don't run away OUR FATHER FAR FATHER WELL LET ME TELL YOU 'BOUT OUR FATHER FAR FARTHER AWAY... Oh Daddy please, I pray every night the doors
paste of There's the door, get the money, go wash off your make-up *Muffled* And they don't need to love it If you don't wanna give it, keep it Doesn
your fuckin' audience? Kids, look how many different directions his body went It's okay, I'm not crazy, I got kids your age Don't be afraid, I said don't
from me what you can't touch You can't break from me it means too much Some people don't realize or just don't give a fuck This freedom's way too rough
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't
